Aptrgangr

the subtle voice whispering

the satin temptation of the wind

while our civilization lies in ruin

we answer the call of the wilderness

the ominous skies resembling

blood soaked battle fields

in the shelter of the forest

a reprieve from our ordeal

the laughter of the wind

the weeping of the rain

THE THUNDER GOD'S HAMMER COMING DOWN

as we return to the wild again

...the interegnum has ended...

where will we go in this strange land we should have

called home?

the elusive ghosts of the native ancestral spirit no

longer vacant from its

throne

we must learn to live with out comfort, to be fed we must

learn to grow.