Courtesy of Others ~
Sleipnir rides; eight-legged like the bier
that carries the dead man to the pyre;
galloping through winter night sky;
summoning those doomed to die.
The Huntsman's charge; loud as drums.
Hooves they thunder; for you he comes.
Will you go with the Lord of Hosts as he passes by?
Or cling and stare aghast as the wild ones fly?
Through the wind; voices seductively call.
Your spirit seeks to rise; but your body does fall.
Rising to ride amongst the fearsome wraith
to embrace the god you once loved with faith.
© 2005 Matilda Marks
Image: Arthur Rackham, 1910
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