I have seen the darkness at the end of time the storming oceans blackest depths and lightening wreathed highest peaks beyond the seasons rhyme where winters howl eternal reigns below the moons haunted gaze and wind swept wastelands who by the quickly fading light remain for a thousand years encased in ice all but unchanged by footprint paths treaded in dunes, made from the sand, or snow where above the howl and call of wolves remains the mystery of the unknown if perhaps in ten thousands years, another wanderer lonesome had passed by his name forgotten, lost upon the wind, unseen, unheard, uneyed. stretching out before me, a wild untamed land a continent of perils, a tableau untouched by mortal hands. crags, and peaks, ridges, boulders all were there streams and forests, ice, and summer here where dying man in their entire spans tread toward danger all without fear. alt. stretching out before me, a wild untamed land a continent of perils and treasures, a tableau untouched by mortal hands. Gods own country, pagan and beyond comprehension.