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There had been the unearthly dark
of fathomless
until, from the south, came
inferno of yellow flames.
And then, from the North, came
legions of freezing shadows lurked.
The abyss was crystalled by the Northern
that breath from the burning south made
and from this there was made
the troll: immense Ymir.
From whose slain body's blood the sword of
caused the oceans. And from whose carcass he
the Earth. Midgard was all his flesh.
From the bulk of the bones were the moountains
and his tangled hair: the trees.
His hollowed skull was hauled to the vaulted sky
the Gods assembled constellations;
in their cauldron the sun.
To runic wands of task it until,
at last, the veined-blade of grass had grown.