No chain, no walls, an unbound rage,

Once concealed, now unleashed; An opened cage.

Will dissolved: scattered bows and broken hooves.

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For Onward March the Fifty Thousand Wolves

The words seem to hang directly beneath the surface in the frozen pool.

At first glance, the words were looked to be reflected,

but on closer examination the "reflected" message was much too short.

Are you willing?