Contributor: Adam Levon Brown
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Two lone wolves
prowled the vicinity
Their father lay
broken and ensnared
in magical chains
Hati and Skoll
Howled to the misery
of desperation
Forging a bond
that could never
be undone
Blood dripped
from the crescent
razor at the feet
of the Gods
Not one moment
did the Aesir relent
in their ideals
A golden Valkyrie
Watched on and knew
That the night would
end in bloodshed
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Adam Levon Brown is an internationally published poet, and amateur photographer living in Eugene, Oregon.
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