~ By
Courtesy of Others ~
March
Ymir's mother must melt quite soon away
Skadi shall slip up to her snowy mount
The sky candle will welcome in wood wights
The fields shall folk soon plow and farm upon
Winter's raiments rule yet unrevealing
The household here remains a holding cell
Ostara seems still wont to nightly go
But signs say soon she'll once again us know.
©
Angantyr
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