Untitled Catastrophe

Beloved,
Your eyes,
How You look at me –
My blood is ice,
My heart melts,
I am riveted in place.
I can only wait,
Fearing –
Hoping –
You will
Devour me.

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About Fjothr Lokakvan

More or less Northern Tradition polytheist.
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