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A song Shaeen wrote for her mother



Canst þu eagum þa ansacan? Sei me gemonige byrne blacan fyres Mid arstafum wel gewylde. Hwa ni wenð to ridenne Ridan ains lyftgeswehced æftan. Forgitst eall sorge ond ceare. Me leofre wære ærnan ofer græs-moldan simle nu tid stent oþ. Endeleas hofan sweg fierlen his fnæran nean. Hwa ain swelce mearas þearf nauht elles in feorh. *** Can you resist those eyes? Which remind me of brightly burning fire Yet well tempered with kindness Who would not dream to ride Ride driven only by the wind in their back Forgetting all sorrow and grief Much rather would I gallop Over grass-lands Till time stands forever still Endless hoof-sounds already distant His nicker so close to me Who has such steeds Needs nothing else in life. ((OOC: My first attempt at writing in Rohirric so it's very like full of errors somewhere!))