Wight of the Nine Worlds


I welcome thee free spirit, which thou shalt come with an open heart, open mind and an open soul, for what you are about to read can only be understood by the wise who are eager to learn and to embrace the roots deep and forgotten in the hearts of the free people of Europe, by accepting who you are and where your roots lie, is half way into the great road of life. We will journey unto where our spirit takes us with the knowledge we gained. Learn and teach.

To a friend

I knew one, friend of old
true was his friendship and love
gleaming heart of pure gold
akin to a brother? Sort of...

In a tarn of clouds
now lies another star
veiling mist, it shrouds
but I see it from afar

Short-lived is happiness
we dwell in shivering grief
mirth minished, marred in gladness
we remain in disbelief

Most unexpected, all too soon
ere hope has faded
from us swept this afternoon
yonder, you have waded

Memory remains, like wind over water
sweeping the surf upon the beach
fate, I can not avert
where you are, I can't reach

Valiant-hearted, you are friend
certainly we shall meet again
all comes to an end
the question is, when?

Eager to see you, we are
you must wait a little while
shine bright young-spirited star
you left more than a smile

Arith Härger

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A friend departed, and in this winter-grieving day this mournful spirit wrote a poem to him.

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