~ By
Courtesy of Others ~
The North
I hear raven song and wolf holws to 8 hoof rythm,
I sing the song of hammer and anvil in every storm,
I feel wheat for the harvest dance by moonlight,
I see sights with an eye long cold.
I hear the wild ones laughter gazing to the fire,
I sing the horn of vigil on the bridge of rainbow light,
I feel the worm of earth as I stand upon her coils,
I see the tears of the mistletoe for love and beauty lost.
I am the chains of the beast,
I am the mead of the hall,
I am the father's spear,
I am the rune,
I am the north.
©
Cameron Eubanks AKA Myrkr žoka
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