Gaze into birchfire, freezing rain
Forlorn vision declared with flame
Descending twilight falls on me
In acrid smoke a girl stands plain
Her armored gates, her walls up high
Her famine sword, a trickster's scion
Unto her bow down nine worlds
Hel's abyss, we descend
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