I dreamt of a fox I could not reach. It was looking at me with eyes like the stars themselves. I reached out, yet I could not touch it. I felt its calling, that something is wrong… I woke up, shaking… And I was right, something was amiss indeed…
Category: Poetry
My bird left me…
I once had a bird…
Little Bird
For the little birds awoken by the sweet spring air…
I saw a lil’ bird today…
The Fox
Song of the Fox, who’s tears created the Great Lakes of the World.
Saga of Uthred
The skáld sings the first part of The Saga of Uthred.
Legend of the Birch
A sweet little saga, that the skálds of the north sing on a dark cold night.
Birds are born to be free…
If you truly love someone or something, you do not try to imprison them…
Ode to the Stars
Countless stars upon an endless sky, Each bearing a dream fond by us. Nevertheless, to bring them nigh, To make it true, do as thus!