Howl thousandfold, the power of winds
in but one breath you hold
you who are the judge of mortal sins
before you let none stand bold.
Fairest of fair
with jewels of eyes and soft wings
golden and silver, such precious hair
to you, the song bird sings.
And you, keeper of glen
lithe and swift and strong
come the winter, then
for on your watch spring is ever long.
Last is shadow, dark
essence of night
such brilliant eyes how they mark,
gleaming brilliant with starlight.
Feb 1, 2012
Feb 1, 2012 at 4:15 PM UTC
Howl thousandfold, the power of winds
in but one breath you hold
you who are the judge of mortal sins
before you let none stand bold.
Fairest of fair
with jewels of eyes and soft wings
golden and silver, such precious hair
to you, the song bird sings.
And you, keeper of glen
lithe and swift and strong
come the winter, then
for on your watch spring is ever long.
Last is shadow, dark
essence of night
such brilliant eyes how they mark,
gleaming brilliant with starlight.
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