Through the Hyrst of Midwinter Ghosts.

By TheProphetUntold

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Lo, I see.

Through the fog and freeze,
through the reddened evergreen,
hung still on the breeze.

Nine of each kind to appease
the lordly, wise and mighty.


Lo, I hear.

Now, my fathers sing
on rising winds through the trees,
and slowly they swing.

Silenced in awe and beauty,
bound in blood wrung in duty.

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Copyright 2016 TheProphetUntold
Published on Wednesday, January 20, 2016.     Filed under: "Poetry"
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  • Nimue44 On Thursday, March 3, 2016, Nimue44 (364)By person wrote:

    Memory and honor... blue's right, I thought of vikings as I read this. Congrats.

  • blue On Wednesday, March 2, 2016, blue (1457)By person wrote:

    I always, immediately think of Vikings when I read you. It just always takes me there somehow. Potd huzzah! ~b

  • Jedi MindFuck On Wednesday, March 2, 2016, Jedi MindFuck (51)By person wrote:

    This is fucking awesome, dude. Congrats on potd.

  • Tagen On Friday, February 26, 2016, Tagen (126)By person wrote:

    Amazing. This is pure beauty.

  • A former member wrote: Lo, I feel...No I do not.

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