(not made by me)
How frozen I became and powerless then,
Ask it not, Reader, for I write it not,
Because all language would be insufficient.

I did not die, and I alive remained not;
Think for thyself now, hast thou aught of wit,
What I became, being of both deprived.

The Emperor of the kingdom dolorous
From his mid-breast forth issued from the ice;
And better with a giant I compare
Than do the giants with those arms of his;

O, what a marvel it appeared to me,
When I beheld three faces on his head!

Underneath each came forth two mighty wings,

Such as befitting were so great a bird;
Sails of the sea I never saw so large.
No feathers had they, but as of a bat
Their fashion was;

With six eyes did he weep, and down three chins
Trickled the tear-drops and the bloody drivel.