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The Runes Pt. 2: Hagalaz

She breathes
~Skadi~
and all is white

The pack hungers
and they hunt
amidst the coming
storm

Wind-torn fur
breath hung heavily
on bitter air

She sees with the mountain's eyes
and she flies through shrieking skies
bringing life to pale,
silent nights

And when
the wolves
howl
tonight

Winter will come




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