GersifGalsana

Hymn to Sleipnir Dark dancer, whose hooves remember the black door, Whose eyes have followed the warrior home And seen the children of the sea, Carry the storm-burdened question to Those beyond-fields where shadowed grain falls From the hand of the sick farmer And the land weeps for fire. Dark one, who travels on the wind's road And finds the splendour of the sun, Come twice to the gate of mists and Enquire of the seething rocks Which footsteps glitter among the bones, And leave their shining monument To a tower of skulls. Tireless runner, beat gently the black door That keeps you from the vanished grove. The wind is a sword