• rishabakoijam 14w

    The Spirit Whisperer

    Damn me now, for don't you see
    I am the rot of demeter's keep
    Froth and wine is all i bring
    In dreams i hear dionysus sing
    My mead is fresh of Aegir deep
    Blessed am i by Acan's heap
    May the ale of Cnut the great
    Fill my horn till valhalla's day
    When i cease these mortal soils
    And lay my hands on eternity's coils
    only then may posterity say
    The spirit Whisperer dies today
    Ā©rishabakoijam