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Нашла в сети сайт Фрейи Асвинн
Там, помимо прочего интересного - стихотворение
He runs into the night
Finding a place to hide
Why do they hunt him again?
His heart, it beats so fast
No sound, they moved on at last
Timidly he wanders his way
He only came for some food
Maybe even company
Sometimes he feels so alone
He is the last one of his kind
All his companions have died
Man signed their fatal destiny
His dreams tell him of ancient times
Of wolves and men running side by side
How delightful freedom must have been
Wild woman’s mate and totem beast
Idolised he was, but suddenly all changed
When the men with false dogmas came
You call him the evil beast
But you are the real evil beast
You who damned nature’s dear child
He cries his sorrow to the moon
A tear shines through the misty gloom
Can’t you hear the last wolf ’s serenade?
Alone he sits by the lake
His image in the lake his only friend
Can’t you hear the last wolf ’s serenade?
Amdrea Haugen
Как-то я вдруг поняла, что если бы я хотела у кого-то учиться работать с рунами - так это у нее.