There the drifts crackled in protest where he stood,

and the sun glared His radiance from His just throne,

just as the Glacier God, for that was what He was,

basked in the polished light of polar transcendence.

And below lurked the Hidden One of the abyss,

whose only and needed weapon was mystery.

And then the mighty Wind, fierce and true at his back,

forcing him...

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