Lady Wyrd
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| Gender | Female |
|---|---|
| Location | Scandinavia |
| Introduction | I sing and wind the rope. Badly or well, as may be. The old songs of men I remember best. I tell of things from times forgotten, of those who fed me in former days.
At the World Tree I weave, from its stem bloom strong the boughs of a sacred wood. Sparkling showers are shed on its leaves that drip dew into the valleys below. In the shadows cool, a fountain flowers and wisdom whispers low from its wave. Of holy things I sing at the twilight of the gods, who gave victory. |