The standing brought aggression down, this does come from lips of ice, raising pillars from below; mirrors, and thus, averts it's light among the water plates, the lines of blue are going down, right from tip, to no-man's ground.
Snow is standing next to ice, feeling chills atop his bike!
Fairing well, makes his escape, freezing many in his wake.
Running forward moves along, his coat is swinging on the road, yet it's heavy, brought and worn.
Where Snow goes, his wall protects, he takes the toll and makes the pay, all is softer from his way.