~ By Courtesy of Others ~
Mysteries Gathered
At Mimir's wise well I would slake
A thirst so fierce it drives my brain,
And into myself the runes would take
By sacrificing my flesh in the rain.
As did the Old One, I'd cry out,
My blood running as the water stained;
Galdring the mysteries through my shout,
Incorporating them into my being,
Knowing they´re mine without a doubt.
© Crowfuzz May 18, 2003
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