~ By Courtesy of Others ~
A Ballad to Odin
Roaming dusk-red woods and far-strewn fields
Through mottled and shade-cold shores.
Under cloaked mountains deep secrets sought
Your journey timeless and terrible.
You rose blood-worn your eyes well-wise
You led the horrid host.
Ever thew-thirsty your rage need-wrought
and yet I trust your gaze.
The runic rites you gathered grim
The world your heart-heavy burden.
In dream-dark mist and stave-dark rist
You named me as your son.
I call you godhwynn, you dread sovereign!
Rain down wyrd-mead and wod!
From battle-brave fury to final death-whisper
Unveil what redes to heed
Reveal what runes to heed.
© Erik Goodwyn
Goodwyn (godhwynn or god-friend) is a Saxon name.
Saxons and Angles both frequently listed Odin (Woden)
as their mythic ancestor
from at least as early as the 8th century, according to Bede.
Poetic form: Ljóđaháttr (Song Meter), with a little galdralag at the end
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