White Lion Figurine wakes from ice nap

White clawed monarch of the frosted realm, Lion hearted, ear tipped, fierce and helm, Your icy mane sings of conquest, bold, In the morning you rise, a winter gold. Sharp eyes blaze through snow kissed stone, Paws of thunder grip the rugged throne. You storm the chill, a sculpted blaze, Victorious beast of frozen praise. Eternal frost cannot bind your might, You reign, majestic, in white furred light.