~ Poetry by me ~
Gudrun and Brynhild
Gudrun:
"Have you come to gloat that he is dead? How
dare you enter here!
You could not bear to see us glad, so had him killed by spear.
It´s your fault he lies gored and stark, and Hogni was your tool.
I curse your passions grim and dark, your jealousy so cruel!"
Brynhild:
"You wrenched from me his truest love by magic
and deceit!
You made a falcon wed a dove to serve your brothers´ greed.
Should thus be fettered Fafnir´s Bane to a weak, ignoble house?
It´s better that he should lie slain than live with you as spouse."
Gudrun:
"To turn from you the Niblungs´ Lord, no magic
did I need:
Your heart is cold as Iceland´s fjords, your hate like geyser´s heat.
Of raven-black´s your mind and hair; who´d want you as a wife?
I gave to Sigurd tender care, you brought him only strife."
Brynhild:
"You meddled with a love so deep you´ll never
understand.
It serves you right to wail and weep and wring your slender hands.
The splendid hero that you miss had never been your own.
He´d pledged his fate with oath and kiss to me, and me alone.
"Thus swore my own soul´s darling when the
stars shone from above;
In death now he is mine again, and while you mourn, I laugh.
Our wedding bed will be the pyre, I´ll burn by Sigurd´s side:
Less fierce the flames than my desire to be at last his bride."
© 2006 Michaela Macha
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Image: "Brynhild and Gutrune", Arthur Rackham, 1913