The skáld sings the first part of The Saga of Uthred.
Category: Poetry
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!