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Scott of the Antarctic (Robert Falcon Scott)

Upon this field of ice and snow,
my breaths in buoyant billows blow.
On countless miles of ice I stand,
alone and cold in this cruel land.

My eyes are blinded by the light
that sears the frigid air
within this empire of white;
the Frost God's mountain lair.

Why I am here I cannot say
and do not wish to know,
for I was once a man who loved
these fields of ice and snow.

My feet and hands are deathly cold
I cannot sense them much.
My face is caked in winter's shroud,
I feel its final touch.

My legs won't move
and eyes won't see
and I no longer care,
I'll go to that which beckons me;
the Frost God's mountain lair.

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