Winter shrill
28 October 2016
The whispering voices marked the pace of slow feet
We crawled into corner that spun shunning all light
We grappled with choices pulsing vein to meet fleet
Like starry eyed mourner death to us more than white
In dead leaves the choice is what we win in defeat
The springs did adorn her from green woodlands in sprite
The autumn rejoices courting floors it will meet
Their carpets had borne her she would shower them bright
A look through my window to waning springtime frill
The flowers that simmer with a slain chirping tune
The echo rang mellow like on mocking bird hill
Snowflakes in land glimmer under silvery moon
His head on my pillow now calling winter shrill
The lights then grew dimmer shadows fade all too soon
Reading of the poem:
Loeyndomsriss / Heimta Thurs / Thurs – Wardruna
Dagr – Wardruna
Algir-Tognatale – Wardruna
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