Martinmas summer
sunset all around
northern waters all around
we circle around
stones scattered from the hill of the dead
people of the North
looking to the North
to our ancestors
smelling of pine wolfskin strong ale
people of the Earth
looking to the Earth
to our Gods
working with plow amber runes
three times the mead horn circles
three times the dead are called
the year's dead
the beloved dead
the heroes
three times too many
have been forgotten
three times the flowers
in their fullness
are let fall
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