Wild Hunt Weather

The storm tore through

the clouds galloping wildhunt through

the  grey night sky

shrieks in the streets

howls from the sky

Gods and Ghosts


Trees weeping golden leaves

My heart weeping blood stained tears

Hold Steadfast against the gales

Keep moving through the rain

and the pain

Turn to face my destiny

come Friend or Foe

Banality or Joy


Hail Woden!

Hail Perchta!

Welcome Dark and Cold


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