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[drachenfang]

The season brings Hraesvelg's bliss
Jotuns' joy falls heavy in the sky

The world grows flush with ice
and all things living tremble for warmth

Six pointed stars are called to the Earth
The sparkling ground reflects the sparkling sky

And in the winter the web of wyrd grows
It swells and twists, unruly chilled vines

Leaves of alabaster fate
I watch its crystal flowers bloom

I pray my wishes to guide it
but one will daunts naught

I am caught in the resonance of its life
lifted, bound, strangled, freed

Tonight I pray to you Allmothir
Frigga whose love is deepest of all

Hold me close in your arms
let my heart be free