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Writer's pictureLee Coutant

Lord of Transition


Árguð


Lord of Plenty


You guide my hand,


Teaching me a masculinity that is soft,


Fertile like the grain you bless,


Fickle, flitting in the wind,


Based in truth,


And love,


As your love for Gerðr


Lost your sword,


I will lose my past self,


Growing like barley sown into fields,


Into something strong


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