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The Runal Verses, Part TwoNauđizThe Runal Verses, Part Two by TwaRavenMotifs
Need is the greatest of all foes
It can weaken resolve, yet strengthen the soul
It is the duty of need to test and challenge
It is the duty of need to make us who we are
All hardship in life
Waxes and wanes like the moon;
The drought comes, the cattle die off,
The harvest flees and so does good help.
To toil until yesteryear,
That is what will come of us;
Until all is satisfied,
The hole cannot be filled.
Winter has come
And lays out her precious jewels;
Each plant is covered, decked in ice,
And the sun admires her distant reflection.
The cold is like a wolf,
Hungry and ever-present,
And we pull our furs to our skin
To try and keep it away.
The bane of the flesh,
The biter with frosted teeth,
All is captured in hardest white
And Spring is far on the horizon.
Sif has blessed us
We shall reap the plenty
The Earth gives us her approval
As our scythes slice the stalks.
Whether a harvest of the sea,
Fish and eel bursting,
Or a har
The Runal Verses, Part OneFehuThe Runal Verses, Part One by TwaRavenMotifs
Wealth is in the eye of the beholder
Those that hoard and those with greed
Sow discord like wheat, in equal,
And blown like chaff.
The cattle are driven across the river
The jealous wait to steal their share
Wealth is in the eye of the patient,
Though the patient are not always kind.
Charity begets a heart of gold
Wealth is in the eye of subjectivity,
For the wealth of goods does not always equal
The wealth of heart and home.
The aurochs drink from the waters of life
And we hunt the auroch to ensure our lives
Water and cow go hand in hand
Both come in rivers: one of clear, one of milk.
Between the horns of cattle,
I see the visage of Auðumbla
Four rivers of power flow in four directions
I drink, and regain my strength.
Rain is falling again,
Turning from sleet and hail to hail and snow;
It always returns as a rain,
And with it comes the riding of Þórr.
I dare to walk through the Ironwood
The giantesses and wolves
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