poems
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Gods Twilight
Note: some of you may have seen this on another Blog. My former page : RedWolfPoems, is probably still active. yet for personal reasons, I can no longer use that account. so ill be redoing that work here, as I’m still honing my craft. The great horn sounds, the fun shall begin, as the clash Continue reading
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Stardust
From the sky it falls on down, twisting twirling, straight to the ground. Unseen by eyes, felt by the mind. Into the earth, it flows you’ll find. Explosions from the mighty heavens bring forth the things that make us all. A gift of light, a gift of life. Straight from the god’s mighty hall. We Continue reading
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The Great Gap
Note: A slight adaptation of the origin story from Norse Mythology. Its not the whole story, yet it is the beginning, and one that always speaks to me, as a Norse Pagan I’ve seen many things, heard many a tale. Now let me share one that I have learned well. From the Beginning in times Continue reading
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Seeker
I am a seeker of knowledge. A collector of stories and tales. I gather them all, hold them close, and then I share of my wares. I’ve traveled the stars, across all the planes, seeking the words that few have heard, things that take me to other worlds. I’ve traveled to asgard, straight to odins Continue reading
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One eyed
A story of old, of the God with one eye. A being who at the end is fated to die. He sought for knowledge, here and there. Some say he went everywhere. There was once a time, when he wanted a taste, of the fabled well, at the Yggdrasil’s base. That fathomless well, filled with Continue reading
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Ramble
What is it that flows through my mind? The stories that come and worlds I find. The secrets I hold within my heart, objects and horrors of a world gone dark. Should I share them with others here? Or keep them in my heart held dear. Let them fester and decay, for who would like Continue reading
About Me
A Simple man who dreams of being an Author one day. A lover of poems and stories of all types. A dreamer and a tale weaver in my spare time. What little I have as a father of three. Come sit by the fire, and let me spin my tales, let me speak my rhymes, and show you, a quite good time.
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