On wings of black. They soar through the sky. Circling the Nine Realms. Chasing the winds far and wide. Their caws crying out. To whoever will listen. For they bring back hands that will worship their master. They sit upon the shoulders of a transient cloak. And watch and listen to what surrounds them. Waiting patiently for their next meal. Waiting for the body of the next man. To fall upon a spear, for that sweet cadaver, Will be their nourishing meal. Their caws are a delightful melody to the ones who’ve won. But sinister to the ones standing opposite. They circle and circle, waiting to bring the report to their master. On wings of black, they soar. Always back to their master’s shoulders, For they are ever faithful to their One-Eyed lord.
Poetry
Freyr
Light and bright are You. Handsome and fertile. You bring frith wherever You travel. You bring the sweet scent of honey. Wherever You step and the sun wherever You sit. No one loves like You do. You bring smiles and love to women. You bring hope and strength to men. You bring happiness and joy to children. Your smile is joy. Your touch is warmth. Your words are comfort. Prosperity follows You around. Like a shining golden crown. That You happily give away. You grant so much love and joy. That even the most broken can enjoy. The warmth of Your love is a grace. You are a treasure. One that brings happiness rather than sorrow. One that everyone should seek to borrow.
Little Black Wolf
Little black wolf with eyes like the sun. You who are seated with a sad fate. Restrained to a mountain. For the crime of existence. For a crime that You have no control over. The punishment handed out unfairly. Little black wolf with fur as soft as down. You who are seated with a sad fate. Restrained to a mountain. Your mother mourns Her son. Yet He is not dead, but confined, Confined, to His prison for no other reason but fear. Little black wolf with fangs as white as pearls. You who are seated with a sad fate. Restrained to a mountain. Your cries torture Your father. The sword that pierces You, wounds His heart deeply too. For He knows that there is nothing He can do to save You. Little black wolf with the a sad fate. You will one day have Your day. And break free from these ribbons and have Your justice. You will feast on those who've hurt You. On the bloody playground that is Ragnarök.
Hugin & Munin
Eyes of the King, on wings of black. You fly to the realm of man and back. You bring your messages back to Him. One brings Him their memories, While the other brings Him their thoughts. Watchers for the One-Eyed. Your caws make Him glad, as you bring Him His daily knowledge. If you were not to return, His heart you'd surely break. Especially Munin, who He worries of most. Eyes of the King. Continue your flight. For if I see you, I will Hail your caws.
Holding hands with the Moon
I once held hands with the Moon. In the dark of the star riddled sky. His touch smooth and cooling, His skin pale as pearl. I once held hand with the Moon. Resting upon His crescent, hovering above the sea. His eyes clear as the ocean and as beautiful as the brightest sapphire. I once held hands with the Moon. Cradled in the softness of His glow. His light kinder than the Sun’s. He knows all my secrets and loves me still. I once held hands with the Moon. I have fallen in love with Him. Each night His smile graces the skies. And my heart sings at His presence. I once held hands with the Moon. His gentle caress lulls me to sleep. I mourn when His sister rises. As I miss my celestial prince. I once held hands with the Moon. I have given my heart away to Him. And every night I await His return, To see my shining prince hanging in the sky once more.
Darling Scarlip
How Your eyes shine with emerald light. They even glow under the starlight, Your eyes shame even the darkest night Your locks look like dancing flame, Fallen around You, they look like waves of heat. So smooth, so beautiful, I only wish to run my fingers through. Your skin glistens under moonlight. So soft, so smooth, I can’t help, But let my hands glide across Your chest. The soft caress of Your gentle hands, Sends tingles of joy all through my heart. Never have I felt anything so grand. Your lips soft and warm. From them fall the sweetest words. All my worries fade away. Darling Scarlip. Even when all is hopeless, And everything seems senseless And silence is all that permeates. Your voice brings sweet relief, And all my griefs are burned away.
Goddess of Twilight
You, Ruler of the Dead. How many times have I seen Your visage? Was it once, twice, or thrice? Your beautiful, graceful form standing over me. Waiting, watching; will this be the time? Many a time, have I come to Your door. I have felt Your icy touch glide across my chest. In its coldness, was a warmth, a comfort. I was not fearful nor sad but curious. Curious as why You have not yet taken me. A gentle caress of my cheek, Your whispers, sounding of soft chimes. “Not now, not yet, but one day.” You return me to the healers and tell me to go home. They lead me from Your door and back to my family. Your presence, now ever present. Reminds me just how fleeting this life is. So now I cherish these days that I live. Goddess of Twilight, may we meet again, when I am old and grey
White-Winged Demon
Trigger Warning: Implied assault, Implied sexual assault.
There is a demon that haunts me. It stalks the dark corners of my mind. And it takes joy in my pain, relishing it. They are so beautifully cruel. Appearing with wings of white and porcelain skin. Its tongue and face equally beautiful and hideous. Their smile malicious, eyes dark as void. Its every word are drops of venom that it happily spews. And its touch is withered and rigid, I cannot avoid it. They come to me every night. It lays in my bed and sits in my chair. To remind me that they are here. It wants to take me, I refuse. But it does so anyway. Again, and again, I struggle and cry, fight and lose. They hold me down, and it takes its bile covered blade, And it plunges down inside of me, It pierces my chest. “Worthless, pathetic” “Ugly, disgusting.” “Stupid, talentless.” Those words slide from its lips. They slither down the blade, seeping into my heart. My torment and suffering are its succor. My strength leaves me, and I succumb to it. It has its way with me, it delightfully violates my being. My sorrows are its nourishment. As I lay there defeated. I hear a voice call to me. Its cuts through the silent blackness. It ignites a tiny spark. “Do not stop, please.” “You cannot give up.” As the voice urges me. The tiny spark grows brighter. Now a glowing ember. “Compassion” it whispers. I offer it to my tormenter, kindness, loving words and compassionate thoughts. It recoils, screams and thrashes. But I persist. The glowing ember now a full flame. I continue my kind onslaught. The beautiful flames finally consume it. It is gone for now. And I am left alone in a temporary peace.
Happy Pug
My little button-nosed spud, with eyes like marbles, and curled little stub. You bring joy to all who meet you and greet them with your slobbering dew. Your excited little dancing makes me so happy. Your little feet always prancing. I love my little Happy and all your silly snorting.
Red Threads
Trigger Warning: Suicide Ideation, Implied Suicide attempt.
Here I lay on Jord’s cold, dark corpse. Her body unwelcoming and unloving. Here I lay bleeding out. Gasping for breath. No strength to struggle, no will for life. Hel’s shadow looming in close. My arms, wounded in their length. Bleeding out in ribbons, my eyes heavy with sleep. Your figure appears before me, dark and obscured. I watch I as my life, pools crimson at Your feet. You kneel and whisper “not this day.” You cut into Your own arm, a deep gash. It flows, Your life’s essence. Now it mixes with mine. You dig deep into my wound and pull from it a pulsing ribbon. The pain is searing, yet You still pull. I gasp and writhe as You hold my thread. My pounding pulse now in Your hand. You take from Yourself, Your own vital fiber. And with that You stitch my wound. You take mine and close Yours. The bleeding now halted. I still gasp for life. You gently bring Your lips to mine. And share Your breath of life with me. You brought me back from the brink, I breath once more. No more do I cling to this life but love it. You saved me from my own encroaching darkness. You lent me Your strength, Your will. I am grateful. I am grateful, My love. My dear Havi.
The Midgard Wyrdo 