~ By Courtesy of Others ~
Seidhr
- Holy smoke
- Puts trolls to flight
- We fly on wings of song.
- Greybeard, One-Eye,
- Sow-Goddess's star pupil,
- Gazes into the Well of Wyrd.
- Dare we join him?
- --We fly on wings of song!
- The High Seat beckons,
- Now the bird flies--
- Alone on wings of song.
- The gate is passed,
- It's market-day:
- The Dead now whisper
- Wisdom exchanged
- For coins of life-force
- So Gebo is upheld:
- A gift for a gift.
- So, who has a question?
- The Dead never lie;
- It is we who sometimes
- Twist their words!
- Don't like what you hear?
- ...Then take it up with THEM!
- Hel's gate is closing now...
- We fly on wings of song.
- Drum-beat drives us
- Fluttering forward
- Sparrow-like
- Back to our bodies,
- Or gliding in like ravens,
- Both still birds for all of that!
- Grave-chill in my bones
- Hunger's need-fire in my belly
- Daydreams don't do that;
- This is for real.
- Hot food stills the echo
- Of cold dark whispers
- Near and yet far
- Just beyond Beyond:
- "Heed well
- What you
- Have heard
- This night."
© Jordsvin
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