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to viking I will go
welcome to my funeral fire know that I am ashen
as cymbals gather within all skies scattering atone
thunders
may he who casts a first stone know
a crescent flame now flickers
libertine fingers
from nebulous dark
night mares stamp their feet
a hearse driven counter part
speaks my name
at the shimmering dusk
of Bifröst I shall stand
uttering skaldic prayers
may all be forgiven
mother tongue
may language return
as raven
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as cymbals gather within all skies scattering atone
thunders
may he who casts a first stone know
a crescent flame now flickers
libertine fingers
from nebulous dark
night mares stamp their feet
a hearse driven counter part
speaks my name
at the shimmering dusk
of Bifröst I shall stand
uttering skaldic prayers
may all be forgiven
mother tongue
may language return
as raven
copyrights © owned by Rianne 2024
all rights reserved
Published 31st May 2024
| Edited 3rd Jun 2024
Author's Note
to viking\they went to viking, they went to sea\they went sea faring
Bifröst ridge between worlds
Bifröst ridge between worlds
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