lost when he was
six years old, some
said he was tortured
over a barbed-wire spit,

she used the ale rune,
ale runes were written
inside the cup from which
the woman drank, she thinks
she knows where the steed roams,

he has protection runes
carved on his hoofs, he
watches from the hillocks,
they slaughter boars, the one
with soot on his face,

the steed feeds on the
apple rune, nourishment
for limitless expansion, his
powers are inherited, the ash
wand attracts lightning, courts
the lavender flash, cut at summer
solstice is best, the results of runecasting,

he sees the extinct wild ox
last seen in the year 1627,
she gets mead for poetry and
watches the steed watching the
little sauna woman,

she puts on her fire jewelery
worn either as a strap-on belt
or a pearl necklace, depending
on how she wants to wear it and
use it, she gets to spend one night
with the little sauna woman, blackened
from the smithy forging the anvil, every
night twenty three rings of white gold are
forged, exchanged for a dupe,

shaggy forelock, the steed
of evergreen hears the rooster
tell him she is coming ashes, fire,
and glow, she is from the ancient
gild of runemasters, as a gag for the
howling wolf, they shoved mud in her
mouth, but her mind's eye turned it into
the mead of poetry, when one of the many
serpents go gnawing at the great tree, she yokes
the steed of evergreen to a plough and the plough
cuts go west, the first cut is the deepest...


Copyright 2007 Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist


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