Gazing west,
we forget the North at our peril.
Frost giants die
for lack of attention
Bifrost molders in grimy skies
and the wild hunt
goes hungry again
Yggdrasil is dying.
As omens go,
this is not a good one.
Nov 8, 2012
Nov 8, 2012 at 2:33 PM UTC
Gazing west,
we forget the North at our peril.
Frost giants die
for lack of attention
Bifrost molders in grimy skies
and the wild hunt
goes hungry again
Yggdrasil is dying.
As omens go,
this is not a good one.
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