Runes I rist, and rhyme the tree
Climbing upward toward the stars
Chant and song of galdr strong
Guide me down the pathway
Let the runes fall as they may
Tine against tine, binding lore
New are the magics I will find
Older still than the icy sea
Fire in my blood be still
Mold by me to reddened rune
Opening me, page by page
Torn by self upon the tree
by Andrea E. Feeser
1 comment:
Nice! I think writing is your calling.
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