Sunday, March 13, 2011

The Dance

Do you hear the hunter's horn
Inviting you to dance?
Venture you beneath the Mound
If you have the chance
No guarantee of safety
Else your eye they'd have to lance.

Twas mighty Freyr that sounded the call
While sweet Freya drew me in
Inside their mighty hall I knew
Never elsewhere would I be Him
Such as I became through their wild grace

Puck D. Coyote

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