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The Hunter´s Moon
Lone-eyed leader of the Wild Hunt,
Charging forth with haste from the front
On Sleipnirs back to bear the brunt
With Gugnir lowered for the slay,
Strikes with speed amid undead host.
Pallid face behind hood and cloak
Inspiring terror like a ghost
Bearing no intent to allay.
Savagely do the eight hooves pound
Against the cold and bitter ground;
Tonight rises the hunters moon,
Shedding to earth its wan, white gloom.
Swiftly the souls are harvested;
Nothing is left unmolested;
All living things have been tested
Though doomed to fail from winters freeze.
Eagerly does Ygg rush to storm
In frenzy seeming so forlorn
The dying souls his spear hath shorn
Of life and form from chilling breeze.
Savagely do the eight hooves pound
Against the cold and bitter ground;
Tonight rises the hunters moon,
Shedding to earth its wan, white gloom.
Winters swathe shows nothing mercy,
Leaving behind lifeless debris.
Incident of Natures decree
Speaks doom to what can't survive cold.
Great Grim's lone eye illuminates
Just as the frost white moon relates
As the harbinger of life's fate
That inevitably unfolds.
Savagely do the eight hooves pound
Against the cold and bitter ground;
Tonight rises the hunters moon,
Shedding to earth its wan, white gloom.
Woden, one-eyed who sows and reaps,
Tonight across the lands you sweep;
Harvesting while the world doth sleep
'Till Spring's sun comes to grant relief.
© Justin Douglas Blackford