The White Tiger


Blue like the icy seas

Hard as sapphires.


White like the crystal snow

With lines of black ash.


As silent

As they are deadly.


As sharp

As the sharpest razor.

They are beautiful.

They are stunning.

A single step,

And all beauty

Could turn into

Black, black fear.

But there is nothing to fear.

Just don't give them

A reason to attack.

If you do,

Then I would run,

And pray that you are faster.