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Post by William Mannax on Jun 14, 2016 4:43:55 GMT
I court the cold because of You, Lady of frost and ice, Guardian of sacred spaces never defiled by foot or voice or touch of man. I seek out those places Skadi where shards of ice hang low like hungry spears and ancient firs whisper the tales of Your passing. I seek You with fleetness of foot and the silent death my arrows bring. while the moon glitters coldly above asking no mercy. And showing none.
I seek Your solitude and finding it honor You with bloody sacrifices newly killed: rabbits perhaps. Maybe, if I am quick and keen a deer. Their hearts are yours, their blood. I press my head against the cold snowy earth The blood is dark where it gleams on that white crust like forgotten gemstones. I wonder what else has died here. I taste it, like an animal. I am marked with it. This is Your sacrament. And I rejoice, for You are here with me.
In this way, Skadhi, I praise Your name not with words or prayers or static rites. I do not know how to bring those things to life. So instead I praise You with silence. I praise You with the hunt and honor Your name with the keenness of my kills. For You, Skadhi. I will set my humanity aside, and be as the wolves You cherish. Hail.
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