Fate
| Wyndreth Berginsdottir |
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for Heri
Howling hunter strides the sky harrying his heartbane’s searing sting, the star-steel borne at his belt keen and cold. Green and bold, bright boys stand staring star-eyed and spell-bound at svart sky-sea, yearn for lore scented with salt and blood-bought, dreaming doughty deeds. You, brightest boldest brother, heathen-hearted, gravely gazing grey-eyed, grown thewed and thoughtful, reading the hunter’s rune-rede set in stars. Come back to the mountain. Clutch close with fierce fingers the baying blade-shaped wind. Wake the world. © 2008 Karen L Kahan |
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