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Yggdrasil
Stood I to listen and meditate
As a tree he spoke
And thought I little fear of that
And let slip my bonds
Roots I felt
Sunk deep in living earth
Running waters, sleeping seeds
Unyielding stone beneath
But delved I deeper
Deeper in the secret darkness
Down below the dead, three wells I found
Birth of rivers, well of wisdom, and of wyrd
Three ladies did regard me,
A youth, a matron and a crone
They laughed to see me
Ere the serpents struck
Deep my roots in worlds below
In times now lost to memory
Nidhoggs brood my roots assail
So much lost already
To the light my soul ascends
Through a trunk of sacred ash
Whispers in the bark all around
Secrets to be had.
Branches touch the stars themselves
Asgard, Alfheim too
To walk between the worlds a step
Well within my grasp
Pain I felt, and hunger too
Both terrible to see
I cast my eyes back to my trunk
And saw him watching me
Noose pulled hard about his neck,
Speared into the tree
One eye flashing as he hung
Sacrifice to me
I screamed to feel the spear in me
I shuddered as he laughed
The whispers of the bark did speak
Of secrets we might share
We danced and whirled and shouted loud
To the thunder of our blood
As we danced the tree filled me
And the hanger softly smiled
© John T Mainer, March 08 2007
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