Abeyant winding way
Cascades sheltered in white
Lead them far astray
Where shrouded frail may hide
    
Pursued is ones prey
Onto trackless ground of frozen grey
Flight to river marmoreal
Where cold-blooded winds of north them flay
    
Streams blind and old
No sin or virtue here avails
Tede them nameless holds
Berths beneath thine waves
    
March onward unmarked trails
Horns underneath bay strident wails
Upon coiling spine
Shed ice-white blades of serpent scales