Lost yet found, he stands tall far from the sea
In among the ghosts of fallen spear carriers
Where, women witness and are spared to bear
daughters descended from god's fire made flesh.
The father’s myriad faces are bent on
elevation making kings, princes, cities.
His lover's fierce flame flowers vigorously
when her sacred sword sings in the old ways.
Sacrifice to the old gods, blood in rivers,
smoke skywards. Worship her righteously,
seek perfection, embrace the bird filled trees.
She brings justice by night and ends empires,
oppression by northerners, faith restored.
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Yngvild and the Forest of Dreams
FantasyFantasy novel written for NaNoWriMo 2016, left to mature before being edited. Now complete at about 86k words long. Yngvild & Noren have grown up as orphans in the household of Old Bjorn in a small fishing community on the island of Straven. Noren...
