15.7.12

the Thunderer

Storms are my shadow,
Cloaked in grey.

Lightning is my lamp,
flickering with flame.

Fog follows me,
rising from the two rivers. 

Once, Crusher was stolen.
I wore a dress to get it back. 

Nine steps I will take before I die,
after battering down the great wyrm.

That is my wyrd,
All-mighty Thórr's life thread.