HangatyrCircle the skywith a serpent-tonguetwister-caught tall and coiled tautthrough thecarbon-knot cloudsof Midgard.Shiver the stockwith a shadow-wraithwhisper-and stars will cascadea codafrom cold boughsin free-fall:The world-tree is wilting,bowed with burnt ropeand the Hangatýr.
Part two of a diptych collaboration with *CBJJBC with these being my interpretations; remixes, if you will.Be sure to check out the originals in #let-it-di.
Well, it was a long time ago! On your old account, too. At least you found them now, heh.Also, I apologise for replying in English; my written French is pretty awful.
Thank-you for that, it's appreciated.
That works.