Poem:

"Seidhr"

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Holy smoke

Puts trolls to flight

We fly on wings of song.

Greybeard, One-Eye,

Sow-Goddess's star pupil,

Gazes into the Well of Wyrd.

Dare we join him?

--We fly on wings of song!

The High Seat beckons,

Now the bird flies--

Alone on wings of song.

The gate is passed,

It's market-day:

The Dead now whisper

Wisdom exchanged

For coins of life-force

So Gebo is upheld:

A gift for a gift.

So, who has a question?

The Dead never lie;

It is we who sometimes

Twist their words!

Don't like what you hear?

...Then take it up with THEM!

Hel's gate is closing now...

We fly on wings of song.

Drum-beat drives us

Fluttering forward

Sparrow-like

Back to our bodies,

Or gliding in like ravens,

Both still birds for all of that!

Grave-chill in my bones

Hunger's need-fire in my belly

Daydreams don't do that;

This is for real.

Hot food stills the echo

Of cold dark whispers

Near and yet far

Just beyond Beyond:

"Heed well

What you

Have heard

This night."

Jordsvin

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