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~ Poetry by me ~
"For nine nights only your own will had bound you
to the World“s Tree, you treacherous God,
while I wore a chain that I chose not, forever:
With cruel fetter my freedom you took!"
"Too vicious you were, too wild to roam free:
Greater your hunger than Geri“s and Freki“s,
greedier than ravens, you gorged ever more;
that“s why we tied you, tail, legs and jaw."
"Was in nine realms no room for a wolf-pup?
Of choice you bereft me to change in my ways.
My trust you betrayed - Tyr most of all,
who“d fed me and cared like a father for me.
"All of you lost your honor that day;
stronger was I, but still you tricked me:
Cunning magic you cowards employed--
Tyr you let pay for the promise you broke.
"Eternity“s enmity is what I owe you.
Raving my greed now, grown with the years:
Not quite enough are the nine worlds to feed me,
to slake my hunger they“ll hardly suffice."
"I stand against you to strike you back,
though well I know what wyrd is mine:
That I will fall with all my Einherjar,
whose lives I“ve taken, that life might survive.
"With bitter sacrifice bought I the wisdom
for many a day this doom to delay;
hope I have kindled, none kept for myself:
Two mortals survive in the wood of the Tree.
"Short is your victory: Vidar, my son,
will rip your jaws and rule a new world.
Come, let us end it! Ages we“ve waited,
we who were old when the worlds were still young."
© 2006 Michaela
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Poetic form: Fornyršislag (Old Meter)
Image: Arthur Rackham