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Short verse for a lost kinsman

  • Folkish Odinism Dorset
  • Jun 1, 2019
  • 1 min read

The rough storm

has robbed me

Of my best riches,

It's cruel to recall The loss of that kinsman,

The safeguard, the shield Of the house has sailed

Out in the death's darkness

To a dearer place.


(from Egil's Saga)

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