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Skadi's Song


O’ Warrior of Winter,


Your bow is made of the strings of my heart,


Your chill cools my rage,


And leaves me level-headed


Your winds blow biting,


Cutting deep to my souls,


And embraces me in it’s enchantment,


Fueled by vengeance,


Directed by desire,


You straighten my arm,


Ready my bowstring,


And with you,


I fire


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