With coat like glaciers, crown of frozen air,
Ice Kingpaca reigns, where blizzards fiercely tear.
No gentle grazer, content on icy fields,
But monarch mighty, secrets winter wields.
Across the tundra vast, it leads its frosted herd,
Hooves leaving frosty prints, each step a whispered word.
Its eyes, like sapphires cold, reflect the northern light,
Guiding lost wanderers, through the endless, wintry night.
But beneath the grandeur, a spirit wise and old,
Knows the rhythms of ice, stories yet untold.
For Ice Kingpaca remembers, the ancient pact made true,
To guard the frozen land, bathed in hues of blue.
So approach with reverence, on snow-covered ground,
Respect the stillness, where silence can be found.
Offer not dominance, but a heart that seeks to mend,
And the Ice Kingpaca’s trust, might gently descend.
With snorts like blizzards, and gaze that chills the bone,
It tests your courage, left truly on your own.
For the king’s respect, isn’t easily claimed,
It seeks a worthy soul, with spirit untamed.
Then, in the dance of wind and moonlit frost,
The crown unveils its secrets, at what little cost.
It shares the wisdom, of ice and endless white,
Of balance fragile, held in day and night.
And as the morning sun paints glaciers with its gleam,
The Ice Kingpaca stands, a memory in a dream.
But in your heart, its presence will remain,
A whisper of winter, whispered through the rain.
So raise your gaze, when frozen winds arise,
Let Ice Kingpaca’s spirit, forever light your skies.
For in the depths of frost, where secrets softly sleep,
The crowned majesty, forever watches deep.