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Futhark Poem

killerfuzzball

Published: Dec 24, 2010

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Description

I wrote this poem in the elder futhark runic alphabet, and since its nearly impossible to type in futhark i took a pic of the poem.

If you want a translation just ask me.

Image size

3072x2048px 2.86 MB

Make

Samsung Techwin

Model

Shutter Speed

1/59 second

Aperture

F/4.8

Focal Length

17 mm

ISO Speed

100

Date Taken

Dec 22, 2008, 7:13:22 PM

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rowntreec

Jun 7, 2017

Cool poem! Just one thing - in Runes you dont write double letters so for example called would be written as caled

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