Enigma

On his trail the stones they grew he was led astray forces strange he had to face magic unseen when he asked he was not answered but he would not yield what he asked for was not given a shape to his dream To a whirling mass of waters the mountains of high his desire he spoke out to claim his due a shadow moved in Louhi's mirror the fairest maid of them all restless mind found her to his liking but the queen wanted more Louhi spoke in riddled tones of three things to achieve find and catch the devil's moose and bring it here to me seek the stallion born of fire, harness the flaming horse he captured and bound the moose, he tamed the golden horse Still remained the one final test hunt the bird from the stream of death