AsaStrong

one eye at bottom, could not stop from rise,
as to the mead of the rememberer, we all oblige
singing death whistles
as he opens palm to sky
running blood gladdens the water warm
bring reason did the screaming horn
a myth to make
a star to follow forever north

Odin illuminate ancient paradigms alive,
reached Lærath one branch among the climb,
and now I have fashioned my wars
I have bled and will again
as the old mans eye beckons
Gungnir fit,
calloused and slick
as the Hamingja spit me on battle,
the rattling maw of a sheepish cult,
and the revolt was I,
writhing amid an Ansuz sky.........

Give praise to the Goddess today. Create new Frith, earn your posture, upright and Asastrong!

Hail the Goddess!! Every aspect, every notion!

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