ᚠ:
Lords of wealth,
And Earthly stride,
Pave the way,
Where wagons ride.
ᚢ:
Drinking from,
Those robust horns,
Wild, merry,
Fighting forms.
ᚦ:
Building high,
Crumbling low,
Bushes prick,
Protect from foe.
ᚫ:
In the chest,
There lies a flame,
Howling wind,
Calls the name.
ᚱ:
While in motion,
Keeping wits,
Travel far,
On land or ship.
ᚲ:
On the wall,
The iron holds,
Illumination,
Of the soul.
ᚷ:
Equal arms,
And roads to cross,
Giving and-
Accepting loss.
ᚹ:
When one sits,
In total silence,
Peaceful sky,
And setting sun.
ᚺ:
A sudden change,
To rouse the soul,
Under toil,
Life unfolds.
ᚾ:
The lesson learned,
The wisdom gained,
From times of strife,
From times of strain.
ᛁ:
That which blocks,
Can also shine,
Stillness heals,
And also binds.
ᛃ:
Round and round,
The wheel turns,
Largest fests,
And wood to burn.
ᛇ:
High and low,
Our arms in each,
Up and down,
Is all in reach.
ᛈ:
Roll the dice,
Already known,
By the well,
There sits a crone.
ᛉ:
Alert to all,
Wind or squall,
Blood rushes,
Antlers tall.
ᛋ:
Sword of light,
Bolt on high,
Shine your rays,
From cloudless skies.
ᛏ:
Measures made,
And painful trades,
Wars to win,
And debts to pay.
ᛒ:
Silver, yellow-
Black and white,
To gaze upon,
In pure delight.
ᛖ:
Trust in friend,
And never foe,
Ones we move with,
Bonds that grow.
ᛗ:
Two wishes,
One reward,
Bridge of gaps,
Connecting fjords.
ᛚ:
Roads upon,
All things connect,
The higher world,
And darkest depths.
ᛜ:
Enclosed within,
A hidden space,
Seeds were sown,
Now taking shape.
ᛟ:
Holy home,
Within the blood,
Sacred space,
From fire or flood.
ᛞ:
At the end,
There shines a light,
Decimation,
Of the night.
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