Yggdrasil

I move through the mistAs if through the veilOf gossamer silk. It swirls around meIn greyish silverAnd diamond white. I hear the songsFrom long agoThat are no more. Feather-light fingersTouch my handsInvisibly, softly. I close my eyesAnd surrenderTo vanish. The voices beckonIn tongues of oldIn words unheard before. The air fills with scentOf memoriesThat areContinue reading “Yggdrasil”

By the waters of the Wyrd

The truth is never obvious,It hides deep down,In the dark of the well,In the cold watersOf the Wyrd. The truth is never bright,Not from the start-It lurks down below,In the cold watersOf the Wyrd. The truth is never sweet,It is bitter as yew,Stinging as holly,Poison is holdsAs the mistletoe. So spoke the All-FatherAnd the mightyContinue reading “By the waters of the Wyrd”

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