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There had always been the dark
of fathomless
until, from the south, came
of flaring yellow flames.
And then, from the North, came
where legions of shadows lurked.
The abyss was by the Northern frost
that breath the burning south made melt
and from this fusion there was
the towering troll: Ymir.
From whose slain body's the sword of Odin
the oceans. And from whose carcass he claimed
the Earth. Man-trod was all his flesh.
From the bulk of the bones the moountains made
and from his tangled the trees.
His skull was hauled to form the vaulted sky
where the Gods constellations;
in cauldron Alchemized the sun.
To wands of task it turned until,
at last, the first veined-blade of had grown.