ravencall’d

H R A F N I N N

Off that branch, that Raven’s glint, eye

like oiled bead, wand‘ring, yet all
seeing, Nors’d God, that holds one
to should’r lft, the other — sentinel, arc w’right,
HUGINN|MUGINN
that is Hrafninn, the one that stole l’ght from the center of the Whorled.

T| RAVENWORL’D
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