With scales like glaciers, etched with molten seams,
Jormuntide Ignis rises, a clash of fire and dreams.
No slumbering leviathan, content in ocean’s hold,
But titan awakened, where chaos takes its fold.
Through volcanic trenches, its form a fiery sprite,
Leaving trails of embers, where darkness turns to light.
Its voice, a magma’s roar, on steamy currents rings,
A testament to battles, on forgotten, fiery wings.
But beneath the fury, a spirit old and wise,
Knows the dance of elements, where balance never dies.
For Jormuntide Ignis remembers, the pact of ancient fire,
To guard the ocean’s depths, with an ever-burning pyre.
So approach with caution, near the lava’s molten flow,
Respect the clash of forces, where extremes meet and grow.
Offer not control, but understanding’s plea,
To learn the harmony, of fire and the wild sea.
Then, in the dance of flames and geysers’ boiling plume,
Ignis’ fury unveils, what little cost can redeem.
It shares the secrets, of balance hard-won,
Where ice and fire unite, beneath the setting sun.
And as the tremors cease, and smoke paints skies anew,
Jormuntide descends, a legend whispered true.
But in your heart, its power will remain,
A reminder of balance, whispered through the rain.
So raise your gaze, when fire meets frosted tide,
Let Jormuntide Ignis, forever be your guide.
For in the depths of wonder, where extremes collide,
The titan’s fiery spirit, forever watches your side.