Hello there!
Some folks call me Charles, some folks call me Ásbjørn. I'm a music major studying vocal performance. I'm also a budding composer, and ethnomusicologist. Music is my life, and some of my fondest birthdays have been spent entirely in rehearsals and performances. You'll likely find this page to be as scatter-brained as I am. So, I encourage you to watch your step for the duration of your stay. <3 +++++++++++++++++
Alone I sat | when the Old One sought me,
The terror of gods, | and gazed in mine eyes:
“What hast thou to ask? | why comest thou hither?
Othin, I know | where thine eye is hidden.”
I know where Othin’s | eye is hidden,
Deep in the wide-famed | well of Mimir;
Mead from the pledge | of Othin each morn
Does Mimir drink: | would you know yet more?
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