| Raven Bragisson Skald Crafter 27 July 2008-- Greetings all, I have pretty much moved on to other things in my writing and really no longer give this page the time it deserves. There are more important issues in the world than my ranting. Please visit me and these issues at Green Sense, or Decriminalize Common Sense. |
| Welcome to the Skald Crafter home page! I am Raven Bragisson, a ranting Asatru Poet. This site is about poetry, lore, ranting political commentary, the Aseir, the Vanir, and about having fun in this insane world. This page is about not taking ourselves too seriously. So please sit back relax and enjoy a horn of the Poets Mead. I hope you enjoy perusing this site as much as I do creating it. When you are done perusing please sign my guestbook or click an e-mail link and give me your feed back. Please visit often as I change or add new things frequently. Thank You!--Raven |
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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 |
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