The little child wwas frightened the little child was cold He only trusted Polar Bear , he clung to him with a hold
So strong that no one, no even Mae could break
So tired he slept on Polar’s neck, he could not stay awake.
The Winter Queen was curious she felt she knew the child
But he would not let her near him, he screamed and just went wild.
Mae was most concerned she she could not understand why
The child trusted none of them,why it would only cry.
But they could not stay there for too long
They had a quest to fulfil they had to travel on.
There was nothing but desolation nothing growing for miles around,
No animals no flowers or crops and not even a single sound!!
Mae was so sad at the desolation that she saw
This was not her father’s land , well not as it was before.
Silently and slowly the snow began to fall
It covered the dead landscape and in white it shrouded our travellers all.
At length the child ceased crying and fell asleep
The Winter Queen up to the child crept to have a peep.
I Know this child Mae I am sure he is your half brother
Your father sired him when he and the evil witch were lovers.
Polar Bear at once unsure if his burden should be shed
But Mae stroked his neck and said no my love we cannot leave him for dead.
Polar Bear look hard and long into Mae beautiful and kind eyes
He let the child snuggle further in and said I trust you Mae for you are wise.
AND SO THEY JOURNEYED ONWARDS.