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Abeyant winding way

 Cascades sheltered in white

 Lead them far astray

 Where shrouded frail may hide

 Pursued is ones prey

 Onto trackless ground of frozen grey

 Flight to river marmoreal

 Where cold-blooded winds of north them flay

 Streams blind and old

 No sin or virtue here avails

 Tede them nameless holds

 Berths beneath thine waves

 March onward unmarked trails

 Horns underneath bay strident wails

 Upon coiling spine

 Shed ice-white blades of serpent scales