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Ledger of the Tundra by NEP

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Ledger of the Tundra

Bardic Folk Fantasy

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Oh, oh, oh, oh.
Oh, oh, oh, oh.
From ice-owned paths she counts the moonlight's depths,
A jagged grin beneath wolfmark scars she keeps.
She walks with two shadows, one fed, one forgiven,
Buda leather whispers where old mutineers sleep.
Cold breath knits close to the scars on her hands,
Tundra ink dries slow on the palms of her past.
She trades in quiet favors and sharper endings,
Leaves coins of silence where warm voices were cast.
Hear the strings climb like smoke through pines,
A quickened heart that forgets the lines.
Lapland, you stitch the night to blame.
Lapland, your ledger never fades.
Lapland, you move where shadows trade.
Lapland, the north keeps what you made.
Once a name in a ledger, once a whispered price,
She learned that mercy sleeps with a crooked smile.
Her laughter snaps like a twig over frozen water,
A hunter's promise folded up in exile.
She speaks in small covenants, blunt as thrown knives,
Marks debts in the snow, lets the wind be the judge.
When contracts fray and a friend turns to ash,
She keeps one clean oath, never hand back a grudge.
Fiddle rises, a thread of white, hot in fear.
Drums beat the step that pulls her near.
Lapland, you stitch the night to blame.
Lapland, your footsteps carve the glade.
Lapland, when bargains break and friends betray,
Lapland, you tally what they gave.
There are ledger pages with names that glow faint,
Some inked in gold, some scrawled in trembling red.
She reads them by a rower, counts who owed what who stayed,
And pockets the ledger when the rest were fled.
She is not saint or savior, she is sharp or older,
A mercenary hand-wrapped in a wolfskin coat.
Two shadows walk with her, neither wholly kinder,
One keeps the score, the other keeps the throat.
Under green fire she hums an old refrain.
Notes stitch the cold as the sky unwinds.
A pause, the fiddle snaps, it's like a distant chain.
She folds the ledger, tucks the past behind.
Lapland, you stitch the night to blame.
Lapland, the ledger stews our pain.
Lapland, from broken things you draw new shade.
Lapland, a north-born dead repay.
So let the boards in taverns bend their strings.
Sing of the woman who trades in dusk and bread.
Let the three-note call treads off through winter's rings.
And tell how Lapland walks with two shadows ahead.
© transcript Emily Beynon
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