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Viking Dreams
I hear the raven's song
of thought and memory
as they fly through the skies
the nine worlds for to see.
I hear the hoof beats
of Odin's eight legged steed
as Hermod rides to Hel
Baldr for to free.
The lightning flashes
as another giant falls
to the mighty hand of Thor.
The thunder roars
as his chariot he rides
into Asgard's shining halls.
So sing praise to Odin,
Thor, Frey and Tyr,
Sif, Freyja, Frigga,
and for Baldr weep a year.
So raise up your mead horn
letīs sumble tonight,
because tomorrow
might be Ragnarok's fight.
Nine nights hung Odin
upon the great world tree
spear pierced, no food no drink
then the runes grasped he.
Heimdall by name of Rig
three couples stayed with he
thralls, karls, and jarls were they
and they did become we.
To bind the Fenris wolf
cost mighty Tyr his hand
the price of justice isnīt small.
One night each Freyja lay
with four dwarves just to own
the necklace brisingamen called.
So sing praise to Odin
Thor, Frey and Tyr,
Sif, Freyja, Frigga,
and for Baldr weep a year.
So raise up your mead horn
letīs sumble tonight
because tomorrow
might be Ragnarok's fight.
Đ Kveldulf Wyrmswald Lokisson
Victorious Skald of Skaldic Contest; AlThing 16, Midsummer 21, 2246 R.E.
Image: "Ragnarokkr", Đ Giovanni Caselli