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As a cold, fierce wind surrounded me,
And slashed painfully through my senses,
I heard a warning, that no matter the season,
The Great Mountain would not weep for any life it takes.

Tension mounts, and another strom rises,
Blowing over the Great Mountain.
The anger of imaginary gods is rendered paltry,
When falling ice rends unsheltered flesh.

Even now, I feel the gathering strength,
Of a mountain exploding in ice!

True as the stars,
The beauty of the Great Mountain
Is magnified in its anger,
And careless violence.
In the midst of these savage days,
It feels as if the very land
Is blood-starved,
And hungers for fearful lives.

Long live the frigid days,
That those who are weak flee!

Long live the punishing ice,
That those who are foolish may die!

And now I know
My own reflection
In Winter's ice!

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