http://slow.writerscafe.org/Wolfhilde The original writings of author Wolfhilde en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776054775 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The feeling you have when this person you don’t really know gets under your skin so easily.His appearance is mysterious.  An unknown path that awaits me.Like his soul stretches out his skin, reaching his hands to touch mine.  His eyes pierce though my soul. Through every sorrow and f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wolfhilde/1220466/ a poem i made, translated from old gaulish to english http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wolfhilde/1203235/ Forever I livedwhere wild winds blowSworn through bloodand bound in gloryThe beatings of the lashforcing me to my kneesOdin's kiss on my foreheadand against my throatthe cold touchof sharp steel http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wolfhilde/1020565/ Memories of ancient timesare floating through my mindOld gods whispering bygone lullabiesOh ancient world,return to meFor anodyne isthe world I now seeLet us rejoicethe appearance of warriorsand young ladies with flowerswho wander with mein this stream of memoriesOh ancient gods,return to methe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wolfhilde/1017858/ Donker is het tij Dark is the tideOh, Donker is het tij Oh, dark is the tideHaar schone witte huid Her fair white skinen tot haar zij and to her sideharen zo lang hair so longen prachtig and beautifulals de horizon as the horizonToen hij haar nam Then he t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wolfhilde/1016692/ All that is left aloneThe witness of an ancient stoneMy truest friend of allfor eternity http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wolfhilde/988547/ The beginning of the new world http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wolfhilde/985072/ I ween, oh fair maiden brightThe apple in my hand lacksthe tactile sense of eternal youth Fair maiden, Bragi’s brideThere is no absolute divinity who would not sympathize with the griefO weh! How I wish to behold thee golden applesStolen by ÞjaziThe fruit of ascertainable beaut.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wolfhilde/984647/ I once had a blinded heartThe words of men serene and beautifulHis words were wisebut false were his thoughtsInnocent, I thoughtthe hand on my shoulderbut with greed, it longed for moreaffectionately, I thoughtthe hand on my cheekbut hit down as hard as steelstubborn and fierce, I wasA woman wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wolfhilde/979289/ Death of the innocent by the holy cross http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wolfhilde/978733/ A poem about the germanic tribes. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wolfhilde/977982/ A poem I made in old dutch with english translation http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wolfhilde/977059/ A poem about the dutch (germanic) tribe the Canenefatea http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wolfhilde/976455/ piece of a story http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wolfhilde/926251/ A man, once bold and wise,Found a girl on his bed;Sleeping, white as the sun.Hours he stared,Protective and affectionately,A man should never blame the other,Something which happens to so many.For he knew that the mighty love changes men.A fool, for a half, does not exist.A man, once bold and wise;C.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wolfhilde/921672/ WulfricIt was almost two months since Wulfric traveled with fifty warriors to the border of Herthumaar. The Skalbren, a tribe from the dark depths of Rithuen ravaged the surrounding villages and enslaved everyone in their path. At the ravine of Rithuul, Wulfric and his men defeated almost all the Sk.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wolfhilde/887930/ The battle of Herthumaar http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Wolfhilde/887925/