"My life is in the falling leaf" --Christina Rossetti
"Riddle
My life’s from the Laugher, the lithe and the sly.
My brother waits brooding in water,
and sister sets supper for the uneating.
While teething, I took table-meats
from the Nine-Rune Master, the raider of mead,
and revelled beside two ravens and wolves.
A hand that is no hand had me chained;
now nothing clings to me, though I’m closely clasped.
I’ll stretch one day, and strip myself of restraints,
I’ll be the eater of the other eye.
I’ll find a feast that will flame within me,
and gnaw it in the numbness of nightcold."
--Bruce Byfield
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