As my blood feeds the waters that flow,
The world will know me as Fimbulwintr.
The highest of cold, of darkness so low,
The coldest of the seven winters.
As the day dawns shut, and the nightscape close,
The world will seek another,
And the lights go out,
And the blinds shut out,
As they chant Fimbulwintr
YOU ARE READING
Often confusing
PoetrySecond part to a muses musings because wattpad has a story limit. . . I mean an enthralling book of stories
