to execute a multi-level drop,
hoping by that ploy that I might stop
Oberon’s pursuit, and thereby foil
his wish to do me harm. The engine screamed
and seemed in danger of an overload.
I feared my battery must soon explode
and leave me stranded in some nightmare scene.
"I hit the kill switch, prayed there’d be no fall,
and dropped into a world of glittering white,
slid down an icy slope, and fetched up right
next to a man who stood full ten feet tall.
"He wore a bearskin tied up as a coat
and rode a cart drawn by a pair of goats.