At the feet of Týr

I lay and sleept for an hour beneath the Tiwaz treeMy body was tired and my soul wearyI’d searched for you everywhere but I could not find YouWhere had You gone from me, Beloved?I heard it whispered that You were searching for me too.So, I removed the clothing of my soul and lay down beneathFortsätt läsa ”At the feet of Týr”

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