The Night King

My air made Of ice and stone would leave in my bone. A hidden heart Within the my winter, my voice is now sweeter. A blizzard's wind keeps me unfrozen, For my fate is chosen. All sunlight lost For winter's dweller will wake me forever. Therefore centuries I am the king Of the night. There I will roam and roam With no dawn. There I will forever hide out Outside of light. There where a mirror grows just for My abode. Though these cold lands hold my compassion, I still slope my passion. My snowstorm warms desolation and Gives me my patience. I search the light, The light that is out, prospects me my route. How can this night be everlasting? One day I'll stop asking. Therefore centuries I am the king Of the night. There I will roam and roam With no dawn. There I will forever hide out Outside of light. There where a mirror grows just for My abode.