HOMECOMING TO THE SUMMERLAND
Asnee


A warrior's son passed on today
Too small to fight, too young to play.
A winning smile, a twinkling eye, a gurgling laugh, one could not pass by and not see the promise held in one so small.
His joy held pixies in its thrall.
Be still O' winds of March - and hear the silent passage of a tear.
The breaking of his parents' hearts, tho' quiet, rips the worlds apart.
Hold soft Oestara's blossoms in thy hand, a new godling is Home in the Summerlands.

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