The Volk
“Deep is the hatred that fuels vulgar souls against beauty.”
Monday, December 12, 2016
Friday, July 17, 2015
Thursday, July 16, 2015
Seek Wisdom
I know I hung on that windy Tree
nine whole days and nights,
stabbed with a spear, offered to Odin,
myself to mine own self given,
high on that Tree of which none hath heard
from what roots it rises to heaven.
Wednesday, July 15, 2015
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