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Urđr calls to me
like fire, in a dream
through the wood and white.
Her face, as black smoke, crawling
over the reach and pine peaks.
She stands, wading
the blaze, sapping the flame
of its' warmth and light.
Deeds, joy and meaning, empty,
side by side we watch them die....
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Bruma.
Come, steal me the sun
and bury away it's glow
in smoke, ash and coal.
Cover me in cold.
Ice and frost, silver and snow...
Harden mind and soul.
As before and ever shall be
the pillars that held my dreams.
Pine.
Tall....
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