Throne of gold up on high The Ancient of Days sits Appearing like a Son of Adam, White […]
Mythology
Twas around the Winter solstice When we passed Álfheim’s gate. Golden glowing Elven lords salute, We resign ourselves […]
Throne of gold up on high The Ancient of Days sits Appearing like a Son of Adam, White […]
Twas around the Winter solstice When we passed Álfheim’s gate. Golden glowing Elven lords salute, We resign ourselves […]
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John W. Leys