Rain and Wind

Rain and wind, sweep over me
by daytime and as I sleep
haunt my enemies and make them cold around their thin spines
Wolf-god, Wind-god, I come to you with prey
I never leave you empty handed
or my heart is empty that night

Hail my Lord
the grass is green where you Rule!
Raidho, wheel of fame,
and Jera of fortune
I see them spinning in the sky
the Sun is a wheel! and the wind her soul!

On a lofty Mountain I build your flame
and I carve your mind
upon this dying world

Now the fiery winds of my breath
they curse upon thy ships, heathen
band of bronzed women, armed with steel
blades and yellow-bronze girdles
and yellow tunics as the stern bounces
upon the shallow frothy waves
and coming ashore their bare feet claw in the clay
like sand of our home

You don't have a woman problem, do you?

I might have taken Nietzsche too literally when he said 'dangerous play-thing'.

Fixed Cross wrote:

I might have taken Nietzsche too literally when he said 'dangerous play-thing'.

All I can do is laugh.