of battlefield wings forearmed & inked to parallel binding words... have a care with that galdorcræft you sing for words and wyrd work hand in hand & hearth to heart -- such are the webs we weave
“How is it, ye ravens—whence are ye come nowÞórbjǫrn Hornklofi, 9th-century Norwegian skald
with beaks all gory, at break of morning?
Carrion-reek ye carry, and your claws are bloody.
Were ye near, at night-time, where ye knew of corpses?”