Upon the face of crystal towers high,
The wind and weather, breath of spirits old,
Beat hard and harsh with formless words untold.
The dark and light wage war within the sky.
The mass of armies, clenched around the moat
Of burning frost, did battle in the snow.
With furied anger, trading blow for blow,
The warriors battled ‘cross the icy float.
No ground was gained or lost by either side,
For all believed their cause to be the right,
The good, the just, the true, the moral height.
Thus both great parties had no want for Pride.
But there, embroiled in the deadly sea
Of blade and spear and bow, and bloody mace,
Fought one young warrior, anger on his face,
For in the snowy keep his love would be.
The fairest maiden ever he had known
Was held by kingdom’s agents, there entrapped.
Because of this, his youthful furies rapt
Upon his foes, his eyes with anger shone.