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Hie to Valhala
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Hie to Valhala |
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Susan Member Ascendant
since 2004-03-27
Posts 5104walking the surreal 
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by the light of chill winter moon in still of the night within the realm of Midgard i beg of thee come for me soon mount thy chariot of myth ride like the thunder from afar cross the star struck skies through clouds of icy mist with lightning in your eyes wrap me within thy arms of the Norse gods of lore red flame burning to white sinew formed from Thor belted in Megingjard for thee I shall wear the tresses of Sif the lure of Jarnsaxa and await thee heart bared within thy halls of Bilskirnir carry me there our self made Valhalla world weary warriors are we folded together as though heated steel forged in Frigg’s fires s.a.t. Happiness isn't something that happens to you, it's created from within you. Joy is a state of mind. |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Susan There is so much passion in this plea....beautiful, and he a fool who does not ride off in answer.  |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
wow |
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Dark Stranger Member Patricius
since 2001-03-19
Posts 13631West Coast |
the dragon ship waits darkly as do the gray eyes of this braznaper there at the fiord mouth where the black stones wear the pale of your name carved by the tide of my dreams when my blade was idle and my hands were soft spoken you tempt me, and I wait what says your soul when your eyes greet me here on this velvet morning ____________________ translation from norse code follows: ________________________ hiyo giddyup on my broomstick mare here I come to save the day with my tied stick sword and my newspaper helmet are plaid boxers in style for sweeping a lady from her feet and tenny shoes too for deft climbing the backyard fence to steal you from your bed and take you to my treehouse lair |
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Susan Member Ascendant
since 2004-03-27
Posts 5104walking the surreal |
Martie - am pleased this piece could speak to you - thank you for your kindness Dixie - thanks for the wow - you gift me a smile Dark - I absolutely love your reply - each wonderful - and in each I could see you - love the stick horse and tenny shoes - to come rescue this lass held in the tower of her second story suburbia - Hugs you all - love too - Susan  Happiness isn't something that happens to you, it's created from within you. Joy is a state of mind. |
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