She said it reminded her of me.
Thor and the Celtic spirit
Wild I was, toes hard and black, eating bark and berries,
until running with the boar one day, I recognised I was
the same.
Wild I was, feathered arms raised amongst the trees,
scales across my back. I ate the cobs of wisdom from
the sacred pool, and a man once more I became.
Thor and the Celtic spirit
Wild I was, toes hard and black, eating bark and berries,
until running with the boar one day, I recognised I was
the same.
Wild I was, feathered arms raised amongst the trees,
scales across my back. I ate the cobs of wisdom from
the sacred pool, and a man once more I became.
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Date: 2006-01-19 08:24 pm (UTC)*bows*
Jharma
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Date: 2006-01-24 06:39 am (UTC)