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Old Norse verse-form, from several years ago. |
| By the blood black wings of Muninn, Blinded by him, for years I bled, fear of the far-flying warbird, fed a fervent, more fevered fear Only by broth of Bragi's corpse, could I brave the raven's hard blows, Claimed by Huginn, cousin of curse, I caught the colour of cold thought, Gold of the god of the gallows, Guided me back on a gilt path, Sly work of the father of slain, slipped me from sick sightless slumber. |