The winter has come...for me.

On a wooden bridge under my feet, I'm looking straight at you.

In a horse stance dodging your icy sharpened knives with my ring of fire knowing

that some will make it through.

A thought occurs to me of what it would be like to be pierced by those knives: 

I would transform myself into a being with feathers and fly away or into a being with scales and 

slide into the underworld?

There's no magic left but for the ring of fire!

Standing still I am ready to fight.

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