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Mother Night

All the world was covered in a white frosting, shining under a slice of the moon.
Like a pale rising star on this Mother Night, shines upon the moor a bright noon. 
We huddled as feeble field mice in the frigid fright and dare the disir for a boon.
Humble boasting and well wishing, to the Norns the crowd will croon
You weave the wyrd, from babies to old crones we grow too soon.


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mother night- christmas eve, disir - ancestral spirits [female], norns-weavers of 
wyrd/fate

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  1. Date: 8/14/2014 9:21:00 PM

    AE, spirited write that's well done!
  1. Date: 8/14/2014 8:41:00 PM

    Crackin'!!! Five lines so very fine.... Perhaps a contest write but a very fine one it is!!

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