The Futhark holds the secrets of old ... poem by Stefano Donno

In the runes of ancient lore,

Lies a magic deep and pure,

Carved in stone and etched in wood,

The Futhark holds the secrets of old.

 

Each symbol, a gateway to the past,

A key to the wisdom that forever lasts,

Through time and space, its power endures,

A mystery that always reassures.

 

From the Norns' threads to Odin's eye,

The runes speak of legends and more,

Of tales that once were lost to time,

And the magic that lies at their core.

 

With every stroke and every line,

The Futhark calls to us in kind,

To awaken the magic that lies within,

And let its ancient power begin.

 

So let us heed the call of the runes,

And learn the magic that they impune,

For in their wisdom, we will find,

The secrets of the ancients, entwined.