Forgetfulness hovers like a heron,
where you drink too much.
It robs a man of his mind and good sense.
One night at Gunnlath's place,
this happened to me (Odin).
Award Winning Journalist & Writer, Passionate about European Folk Lore, its legacy, modern interpretations, and its ongoing evolution. Please visit my author site at www.eoghanodinsson.com
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