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The slow cerulean tide

Sways calmly like a dream

An icy veil, agleam

Months of darkness now subside

In the blue dawn, halos beam

Crystal motes

Rise and dance

Like fireflies teem

The rising sun reveals

Mirages from afar

Beneath winter’s fading stars

Coastal mountains rise like keels

Pierce horizons like jagged scars

A luring trance

Their expanse

Stirring yearning’s wheels

Debark on this godforsaken shore

Cast fate to the wind and get going

Fangs like granite reapers soar

Where monstrous storms of pain are blowing

Brave the glacier tooth and claw

Grind a path to Fenrir’s Jaw

Like a tombstone clad in hoar

Looming vast and ever growing

Soft, the flesh of the feeble beasts

That crawl, and nameless glory crave

Deaf to their own angels’ screams

Like insects they squirm over their own grave

Rise in splendour

Or die with grandeur

When the avalanche falls

Alive or dismembered

No-one remembers

But stone that with siren’s tongues calls

Every step a spit in the eye

Of perdition waiting with sharpened blades

With every breath refuse to die

In rock and ice’s vengeful cascades

Beckoning

A haunting choir

Deafening

The lifeless silence

A reckoning

For a fool’s desire

Threatening

With disembodying violence

Crippling tempests

Blow rocks

Bigger than the heads they crush

One last push

To the summit

A godlike rush

Pull up the conquered lands below

Triumphant

Invincible

Like Atlas

Lifting the entire world