Wind Tooth Praise Poem

Berra — Wind Tooth 01



This poem is undated, and may be by Razig Tanarau, Berra Jarang’s daughter, or anyone who knew the sword Wind Tooth. [[[s01:session-2|Session 2]]]


At your birth sand ran from you
Leaping to the hand of a master is your joy
You are the bite of the north wind
You are the bite of the bright serpent
The length of an arm and a finger is deadly
Red flows along your surface
You cut your way through the world