~ Poetry by me ~
Gudrun and Brynhild
Standing over Sigfried's Corpse
"You've 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.
Itīs your fault he lies gored and stark, and Hogni was your tool.
I curse your passions grim and dark, your jealousy so cruel!"
"You wrenched from me his truest love by magic
You made a falcon wed a dove to serve your brothersī greed.
Should thus be fettered Fafnirīs Bane to a weak, ignoble house?
Itīs better that he should lie slain than live with you as spouse."
"To turn from you the Niblungsī Lord, no magic
did I need:
Your heart is cold as Icelandīs fjords, your hate like geyserīs heat.
Of raven-blackīs your mind and hair; whoīd want you as a wife?
I gave to Sigurd tender care, you brought him only strife."
"You meddled with a love so deep youīll never
It serves you right to wail and weep and wring your slender hands.
The splendid hero that you miss had never been your own.
Heīd pledged his fate with oath and kiss to me, and me alone.
"Thus swore my own soulīs 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, Iīll burn by Sigurdīs side:
Less fierce the flames than my desire to be at last his bride."
Đ 2006 Michaela
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Image: "Brynhild and Gutrune", Arthur