Tag: poet’s corner
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Giving up my eyes
One eye I prized, outpryed Given for knowledge Access to that well Whose waters below hell Deeper delving, to the world’s wellsprings Wherein dwells cursed water worded by hidden things Worms ring it, gnawing at the roots of the world tree I drink it, gaining knowledge unworldly My once dull eyes are brought to a…
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My role at ragnarok
The word in throat your highness The third toke chokes, high in this Back shed, pure in my defiance Spurning all alliance, turncloak My rage is age of iron, wroth Cold as Hoth my heart bound in iron confines Chains of great weight, as bade Fenrir stay Until the final, violent, schismal day, a dismal…
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Sundaywalk
Up Ticknock for a few spare hours, taking clean air Sweet-scented there, bowers hairy with rufous moss Mica from broken fairy mirrors spelling misluck seven years Banshee combs toothed with tears Sticking up like planted spears.
Alchemisland 