∴ wan goddess on high
ashen motes crest brittle air
dust brǣðan bare
specters mantel near
hauberks rasp, frost-etched and keen
groves lament their splintered ice
ne quit this chill solace
winds scour the high crag
paring marrow from resolve
winter-bound, we bide ∴
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