I believe that we must choose for ourselves the path we walk. This is an account of my journey.
Fear is the main source of superstition, and one of the main sources of cruelty. To conquer fear is the beginning of wisdom.--Bertrand Russell
Monday, October 12, 2009
Skald Crafter Replacement
Nearly ten years ago I set up a Geocities web page to express my pagan rantings. This month Yahoo is declaring eminent domain on the Geocities servers. I had not updated Skald Crafter for some time and kept the page mostly as an archive. I have now saved the original and put it in the vault as Disney might. I have blogged for a few years on the blogger format writing blogs on my differing interests. My spiritual rantings can now be found here in this format. Thanks for reading.
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The Wolf and The Raven
The nights sat long and dark upon my soul,
and I oft wondered why I stayed so cold,
so lonely, though by my friends I was surrounded.
I was emptiness embodied, with grief I was flooded.
I heard a sound and turned to look- a man on a charger,
With sword held ready- a knight in shining armor!
I beckoned to him, and as he came forward to greet me,
I was captivated by his eyes, wild weary, and free
I did not notice at first his wounds and scars,
Only a fae light dancing like fireflies beneath the stars.
I saw his steed was tired, thirsty, and ungroomed,
yet docile and magnificent this beast still loomed.
The knight dismounted, it was then that I noticed
that his armor was dented and dirty, ropes bound his wrists.
But his eyes still shone with fire, his manner light,
Whatever battle he'd been in, his spirit still burned bright.
He told me his adventures as the days quickly passed,
And every night I tended to his wounds, mending fast
I groomed his horse, built his new armor,and sharpened his blade,
Dreading the day he'd say farewell, and into the twilight fade.
Then one day he appeared, leading a new horse, smaller than before,
He handed the reins to me, and smiled like ne'er before.
"Wolf-woman, I've many battles yet to fight," he said gravely,
"But I need you by my side, my love, won't you come with me?"
And so we travel, the wolf and the raven, side-by-side,
Fighting our battles together, and into the moonlight fade.
C2001 Ulfmar
and I oft wondered why I stayed so cold,
so lonely, though by my friends I was surrounded.
I was emptiness embodied, with grief I was flooded.
I heard a sound and turned to look- a man on a charger,
With sword held ready- a knight in shining armor!
I beckoned to him, and as he came forward to greet me,
I was captivated by his eyes, wild weary, and free
I did not notice at first his wounds and scars,
Only a fae light dancing like fireflies beneath the stars.
I saw his steed was tired, thirsty, and ungroomed,
yet docile and magnificent this beast still loomed.
The knight dismounted, it was then that I noticed
that his armor was dented and dirty, ropes bound his wrists.
But his eyes still shone with fire, his manner light,
Whatever battle he'd been in, his spirit still burned bright.
He told me his adventures as the days quickly passed,
And every night I tended to his wounds, mending fast
I groomed his horse, built his new armor,and sharpened his blade,
Dreading the day he'd say farewell, and into the twilight fade.
Then one day he appeared, leading a new horse, smaller than before,
He handed the reins to me, and smiled like ne'er before.
"Wolf-woman, I've many battles yet to fight," he said gravely,
"But I need you by my side, my love, won't you come with me?"
And so we travel, the wolf and the raven, side-by-side,
Fighting our battles together, and into the moonlight fade.
C2001 Ulfmar
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