Hyndla

I have seen the lines of red

Running back rivers and streams

Oceans parting

I have seen the threads

Twisting, threading, knotting

Rent and repaired

I have seen the foulest deeds

Murder and rape and desecration

Sullied souls

I have seen the gentlest hands

Healing and relief and release

Loving souls

I have seen the brutish lives

Starvation and need and pain

Weeping souls

I have seen the brave stands

Defiance and hope and declaration

Great souls

I have seen the spiritworkers

Sacrifice and work and toil

Working souls

I have seen the crafters’ end

Thought and experiments and care

Productive souls

I have seen the downtrodden

Slavery and rape and murders

Screaming souls

I have seen the lines

I have heard the names

I have felt the threads

I know the blood that sings in your veins

I know the soul’s journey to your flesh’s home

I know where you come from

I know your mother

I know your father

I know your grandfather

I know you grandmother

I know your Ancestors

I know who you are

All the things that make you, down through the generations

I hold you in my hands

And know you

And all that has made you

Whispers from your blood

Sings from your soul

Shows me the tapestry of you

In the threads of your Wyrd

I see You

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