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The Bridge Of Souls

Of its three colors, the middle is red.
Being Fire, it consumes any unwary soul,
Daring to venture to Valhalla.

Man called it a Rainbow;
This alchemical, sun-gold,
Moonsilvered passage, that

Connected Odin's Soul
From Earth's plane,
Into Eternal Life.

Dancing around the Wheel,
Surrendering to the rhythm;
The Spirit-Keepers, as Above, so Below.

Lead The People,
In Ceremonial Circles of Continuity,
Towards the Sacred Space

Of Waken-Tanka
Through The Path of Souls,
Over the Rainbow Bridge.

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