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Apr 17

Poems by Gunnar Runa, Kindred Bard

Thor, Master of Clouds
Chorus: O Thor, Master of Thunder, clouds and rain,
How well your hammer forges them, 
So earth will yield again
Oh Mighty Thor rides through the clouds that whip and lash
He gathers up his lightning bolts to make a fearsom crash
He gathers up the fluffy clouds and fills them up with rain
And causes drops to fall upon the verdant fields of grain
 
Chorus
 
He causes winds to blow across
The gray and darkened sky
His bolts cast upon the ground, make all the people hide
Yet, they do thank Thor for the rain
That falls upon the field
Full well they know that through Thor’s work
a fullsome crop will yield
 
Chorus
 
His chariot forged from steel that floats upon the sea
From which he throws some fish, so that the serpent flees
His two fine goats he does regard as his most noble stteds
Tho’ from time to time they do provide
Some food from which he feeds
 
Chorus
© Gunn-Thora/Dark Star-Kindred Bard

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