Wayward Wandering

O’ Terrible One,

Wandering wizard of old,

I call to you in my darkest hour.

Runes alight, riddles are told,

and my fortune lays before me; bold.

O’ Woden the Wanderer,

I follow your steps,

guiding me ever towards my death.

But with you by my side, I have no fear,

for I know, a Great God is near.

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