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The Verse of Snow
High in the tower
I sit and I wait,
to blow Heimdall's horn
if the wolf starts to charge.
It's cold as I sit
the first white-fire falls,
covering Ymir's corpse
the earth is scorched in frost.
© Blennerhassette
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