Sun Archer : The Pursuit of the Ancient Truth.
Writings by Hrukjan.
When the Sol, Is at its’ peak, Its’ hidden power, Starts to seep. Into hearts, And into souls, Igniting fires, New and old. And like the flame, It burns away, Every woe, This longest day. (And sometimes fire, Pierces through, The hearts of that, Which fetters you.) We rise to meet, That golden dawn, The... Continue Reading →
Blood on the Birch, cold was the night wind and snow, to and fro… Gaut of the North, rides on the wind traveling high, and down again. Beyond the smoke, beyond the flames disappear, within the dusk… beyond our shapes, beyond our names begin anew, from ash of luck. Oak and Cherry, Apple and Spruce... Continue Reading →
Sun Archer : The Pursuit of the Ancient Truth. 