Friday, May 29, 2015


Not easy to erase a hel-rune!
Lop off his head with your sword
And he'll go find another
Waiting patiently in the sedge
Its eyes brimming with pale light.
His ashes, thrown in the river,
Will be collected by efts and elvers;
Wet footprints will cross your dreams.

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