Go not into the blight of the northern white
and the frigid wastes of old
Full of vicious beasts who will gladly feast
on a traveler's corpse gone cold
Most of all beware of the caverns there
'neath the wind and ice and snow
Where the Dark King sleeps, and the land still weeps
for the gem lost long ago

Equestrian folk saying, circa Year 520 of Celestia's reign

Author's Notes:

Been really into King Sombra the last few days, and this just kinda popped into my head. More Sombra poems likely to follow. Also have pieces of a haiku for the Canterlot Wedding floating around in my head. We'll see what comes of that.