norse heathenry
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Drip, drip, drip, you hold the bowl above my bowed head, catching droplets of snake’s milk. Deep, I am bound, by the entrails of the child I was, and you stand above, catching each drop. But a time comes, when I must face the venom, and give your hands a moment to rest. I will
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Lips sewn, Body bound, while you shake the depths, you also shake up my life. O’ Loki, friend, foe, teacher, you bring light to the dark parts of myself, guiding my hand towards lifting the torch to shine light and bring change to myself.
Little Rabbit's Glen 