The blizzard beast is a winter beast
That lives in the caves of cold:
It walks in the snow where the cold winds blow
And it occupies a frozen soul.
A long way away at the close of the day
Where the ice-rain shattered like glass,
A scream cut thin and was lost on the wind
As the great beast lumbered past.
A boy and a girl stood lost in the whirl
Of a snowfall shimmering white
Ans the clenchgrip hands in the cut-glass land
Made an everlong symbol of fright.
So near to the roar of the ice-wind’s door,
So far from the motherlove fire,
So close to the dead and the snow-beast’s tread
In the dread and the awe-inspire :
As it moved like a ghost through the veins of frost
By the boy like a frozen tree –
The girl ran out in a curious doubt
And a terrible threat was free.
The boy sank down on the hard cold ground
And he prayed to a desolate sun,
And witnessed the beast till the movement ceased
And the hideous act was done.
What shape-thing will the future bring
To the pure girl blackened with snow?
The answer is there in the heart of a prayer
That began where the stormwinds blow.
The soft rain falls where the curlew calls
And the cold has gone from the hills;
But the springs of the wind are polluted with sin
And the snowbeast drinks its fill.
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