Red Hot Ice Fires

It all began before the Loc,

beneath the Key of Glacier Stone,

the Ice became the Walking talk,

the foundling said in spoked.

The height to brought,

told of knot,

untangled Times with Thought.

A Scribe saw the Wall of Wares,

the Cliff to every stare.

Pushing nothing in sight a See,

the flowing came sewn naturally.

The drink in melt the ice of shake,

the berg fell to the Bay of due,

the sound did crash up to boom.

Taste filled chaliced Cup return,

the metal showed engraved,

a Timbering of to Save.

Be trophied let just gave away,

bahut was full and felt to hold,

the Answer to the Questioned role.

Amid a Dancing Moon in bled,

the Waltz was even up to Lead,

the count was quartered within the halve,

to equal in the whole!!

The brighter shown in ready staged,

a lasting length to know,

the quarry of the stone became,

 a Stature showing Trued.