Yme's Blood Returns Home

Svartahrid

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.......creating paths......waterfalls.....brooks
Amongst smouldering knuckles and sprouting life
Like sweet Froya's bewitching look.
Unrestrained, playing....seducing....
Shimmering tears...of precious silver.
It greets Tvinnil with pleasure....
we'll meet again...
This vast cradle...its home
.......Big Blue........Atal's marsh

The moon is glowing.
Urging Yme.....to shed his coat.
Like Froya's eyes - dancing, playful.
The mountain's snow-clothed one
Will return.....home.....
Along brooks, down waterfalls.....
towards the source.
Mighty Atal's marsh....
Again Froya is visiting.
Fatherly generous.
Again he bestows us with.....
.....One month of harvest......
Yme's frozen knuckles awake
From purifying sleep.
Beneath the Winter Skies