Huginn & Muninn

[Poem, Dróttkvætt]

‘‘Battle brawler | born beast

winged bear | heir of Raven’s

Kingdom strain | rain vengeance

dispel falsness | harness

Father’s truth | pushing forth

breaking bones | own spirit

Yggdrasil | riding free

we will meet | in Valhalla,,

Blinding cold rage binding age old curses to bones de-marrowed of will power’s flame will be your death, deflowered of honor if you stay chained, said both Ravens.

Blinding warm loyalty bound to customs with wax wings won’t fly if you don’t die with honor they say: the grown child. No Ravens.

Covered in sweat and red with dirt smudged trickling down—maroon earth—his face, eyes crazed. Pelt of a wolf or a bear; cool winds shoo between rocks shaped like skulls that won’t break even.

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Skies cry scarred. I carry on carrying carrion,

 clarion times if I ride tall mounting the stallion

said Passion was marred, by mundane monotony

prodded muse sparked a new inventive cosmogony

Oh, permit this skald to pierce the air in tension
of everything bleeding was
A chant that scalds with rhythm and intension
to lull death

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