He was birthed by the fires that burn beneath the earth

He was shaped by time itself

He is the tree reaching out to the sun

He is the bringer of the storms

He pulls the water from the sky

He is the ax that cuts down the great oak

He is the point of the dagger

He is the man who blows cold air

He is the danger in the lion’s eye

He is the subject of the story told in the night

He is the thundering of hooves

He stares down at you and me

He is the champion of kings

He is the watchful behemoth

He is the one to whom men bend the knee

He wields the power of the earth

He holds the sky high

He is the throat of the world

He is the home of the fearless

His pain echoes around the world

His tears fill the rivers and lakes

He is the passion behind the pioneer

He is the voice that beckons in the distance

I look up and behold I see, his white hair and stone skin.