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Under Triple Moons
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Phaedra
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It was when I came from Borr and Bestla,Purpose we knew, with might and main set free,Then I sank sprouting the Great Tree of Life.All who know me sit within my branches. Sank I further into the Void, Nothingness,For the Vanir I gave birth to twin children,Njorth and Nerthus, giving the line of the Vans.Their water ever bind the Tree of Life. Sank I further into the Void, Nothingness,Lest I be disturbed, bless�d is my Path,Long held secrets I reveal what I give.As such is the path inspiration grants. I sat and waited, a guest came that day,How youthful she looked, the image of me,I watched her, waiting, as fear on her breath.She looked, Nothing, she saw, Nothing, felt she? Her words rang forth, "Nothing here", as heard I,When one speaks one listens, the Well hears all,All good children deserve reward, say I.Treat them well, and for the lazy Nothing.
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The Gift gave I to this child in time,She waited nine years in my cave well spent,She emerged, cunning in the arts of Seidh.Freyja is her name, in Cliffs I wait still. See my reflection, when you see yourself,Aegir sent the Waves, to you, they arrive still,My offspring as waves are welcome ever.Partake of them, in Wells I wait still. My Brother I saw, he hung down from a branch,I showed him what he sought, and watched him fall,So I remain a secret, until now.Now I speak, hear my words or I shall cease. I stood and waited, a guest came that day,Flax gave I to the man, and seeds, my gift,Forever welcome are the workers here.I alone hold the Spindle that binds you.
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OPhelia
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Black Dahlia
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I come to you, inspiration giving,Ever welcome is the giver of gifts,My voice the whispering wind, water flows.Listen to them, In You I wait still. I looked and waited, a guest came that day,Cast down from Asgard, into the Nothing,I caught her, taught her, Helgard now her home.Halja is her name, in Caves I wait still. In time of chill I ride the skies, in search,Twas my hand that rocked your cradle, you slept,A hidden gift revealed, those are my ways.Feel them, in your Heart I have always been. I hold dear, one night of the year, sacr�d,Herring partake and be blessed for the year,Gift so small, hard work I welcome ever.Eat them well, and for the others Nothing.
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