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Writer's pictureBrad Burgwardt

Oath Poem 2 by Sorn


Born bravely in early spring’s chill Cold wind comes to mound’s base, Where one who knows guards his face And far more within the hill.


Flickering fire and clanging gate Aid the guard and his twin greed; Golden tree snake will not bleed Without the wands wrought with hate.


A smile: suddenly dawns the day; Joy in jewelry laughs in her song; Elf-wheel’s beams to right the wrong, Again, love’s flames can leap and play.


Healing mountain, now giving and green As heat-hold at last releases its queen.


The Aska Pendant

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