Paganistan: Notes from the Secret Commonwealth

In Which One Midwest Man-in-Black Confers, Converses & Otherwise Hob-Nobs with his Fellow Hob-Men (& -Women) Concerning the Sundry Ways of the Famed but Ill-Starred Tribe of Witches.

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Song of Fenris

 

Long ago, you were treacherously bound by your enemies, the gods.

For centuries, you've lain brooding, awaiting the End of Days, when all bonds will be released, and you will take your final revenge on those who wronged you.

What song do you sing in your heart as you wait? Really, what else could it be but....

 

The Song of Fenris

(To the tune of: Ragmop)

 

I say R

I say R-A

R-A-G

R-A-G-N

R-A-G-N-A-R-O-K

Ragnarok

doodle oo dah dee ah da

Ragnarok

doodle oo dah dee ah da

Ragnarok

doodle oo dah dee ah da

Ragnarok

R-A-G-N-A-R-O-K

Ragnarok

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Poet, scholar and storyteller Steven Posch was raised in the hardwood forests of western Pennsylvania by white-tailed deer. (That's the story, anyway.) He emigrated to Paganistan in 1979 and by sheer dint of personality has become one of Lake Country's foremost men-in-black. He is current keeper of the Minnesota Ooser.

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