Manin! Wyrda! Hugin!

The bones have been tossed

Horizontal lines

Parallel to the cloth.

Long life, how rare

A wandering path

No doubt your future

Is containing much wrath.

Lightening bolt

Signals a death is at hand

Sailing ship shows

You will leave this land.

Moon shows love

Of power and beauty

Tree, hawthorn root-

Betrayal in family.

Such a strange fate

Wonders galore

The battles to be fought

The land to explore

Yet he's still a young boy

With so much in store

What of it now,

He's gone out the door.

We'll see him again, Solembum.