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Munin's Return
I fear for Hugin, that he come not back,
yet more anxious I am for Munin.
I remember- the void, the nothingness, and yet I forget
I remember- eyes open, fear, cries, tiny lungs expelling Elivagar, yet still
I forget.
I remember- the first gift from my father, as I inhale his divine breath, yet
still I forget.
I remember- nourishment from udder, or were it breast, yet still I forget.
I remember- learning the use of strange glyphs, lines becoming words,
Runes
written down on thin white tree, ability flowing from my tiny well of knowledge,
yet still I forget.
I remember- youth, innocence, ascending the tallest tree in my yard,
the
safety in its branches as it held me close in leafy arms, yet still I forget.
I remember- quests for knowledge, each quest leading to another quest.
Much
to be learned but not too much, for middle wise should every man be.
Yet still
there is something I forget.
The years have come and gone, an eternity which was all too short.
Much have
I remembered. I cast aside the soul hinderer and commit it to Muspelheim.
Colors shimmer beneath my feet as I walk a familiar path.
I am greeted by an old man whom I remember with with all my soul.
A raven lands on his shoulder and one upon my own,
I finally remember, as he
whispers, Welcome home.
© Louis Buccellato (Alföðrsulf)