Kesik, Dethroned King of the Northeastern Woodlands

Ge'itu'nn gi'l Glusgapewe'l a'tugwaqann? Ruling a world locked in sheets of ice a strange time when beasts roamed the earth dead statues and cracked trees standing in the way a white desolation as Kesik hits the ground blowing his magic spell as Kesik hits the ground When he shooked his great head snow camed tumbling from his hair covering the mountains, and forests, and valleys in a eye-blinding white-ness one huff of his frosty breath turns water into stone ice on the land where men could no longer hunt the wind, sliced right through him and numbed his limbs so he wrapped his bearskin tight drifting in the wast'ow he, smoked the frozen pipe then felt asleep, caught captive by the frost that could only be broken by the whispers of the loons he knew his place of death in the shining blue white ice but he escaped to south following the great rivers and the mountain ranges She, rose from the beauty and light, moving gracefully across the dusty earth in a slow, warm voice they spoke about the smell of rain on a sun-baked earth He, fled to the farthest part of the North where he still breathes He, will forever come in peace like a brother he will dance and, feast