The Kingdom's Of Ice. Short poem

The Kingdom's Of Ice

The ice gleam glows, as the dawn begins anew.

Snow piles up, as the poro's play too.

But the sounds of battle are never far off.

Three tribes, three souls, forever at odds.

Until but one is left.

The Frost Archer, Queen of the Freljord, who's frozen arrows always find there mark.

With a heart that could warm even the coldest of ice, she seeks peace through unity.

The Yeti rider, and the Cryophoenix stand by her side. Along with the Barbarian King, The

Heart Of The Freljord shall beat on until peace is reached.

The Winters Claw, with a will stronger then any True Ice.

There leader charging into battle like The Winter's Wrath, crushing any who stand before her might.

Only the strong survive, that's what she tells them.

Fight, Kill, Live. That's the way of the Freljord.

Cut from the ice, shaped in the storms, hardened in the cold.

Nothing short of death with stop her advance.

With The Spirit Walker and the Thunder's Roar, Ragnarok is near.

The Freljord with be hers.

The Frost Guard lies in wait.

For centuries untold The Ice Witch watches, in her palace of ice, she watches time pass by.

They believe her dead, but little do they know.

The lies she's weaved, history retold to suit her goals.

Soon the Watchers will be reborn, as will the world be reborn in ice.

Standing with her is the Troll King, with his true ice club.

All will be crushed, until the last warm bodies grows cold.

These bitters enemies, once sisters fight for control.

Even long after the snow gleams crimson, and the final blows are dealt.

The battle rages on.

But in the end, that is the way of the frozen north,

chilling to the bone.

Unforgiving.

Cold.

That is the way of the Freljord.

This is an older story I wrote for league so I thought I would post it here to see what you guys think. I know I'm not the best writer but any feedback would be great. :D let me know if you would like me to post anymore.