dwelt apart, within a tower
Ösning, forest of the Asa-Rune.
mother gave this prophetess great power
herbs engendered by the moon.
an old herb-woman claimed her price,
the child away, as was her right.
a golden cockatrice
beauty was as blinding as noon light.
her Lord Lupercus, for a slave,
passion ended with a Roman gibe.
fled a world where tyrants crave
of civil slaughter, tribe with tribe,
her tears to open his dead eyes,
Rome cursed Caesar, losing such a prize.
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