[x]

A Warrior's Helfor

A Warrior's Helför

The corpse-dew clings stubbornly to my clothes, flowing freely from my head.

An arrow fired from afar has hit its mark; Today I shall soon be dead.

Before my eyes roll back in their sockets, I look up into the cloudless sky.

Riding through the air like wayward rockets, I see the fabled Valkyrjar fly.

Those divine choosers of the slain, they fly so swiftly through the air!

Though their spears are drenched in blood, their beauty is beyond compare.

My body laid still-warm in the dirt, my flesh giving the ravens their rightful share.

Taking me in her arms, I am held tightly by one with braided locks of golden hair.

To despair is to change, to change is to influenceYou hold much more influence
Than you can ever realise...
Said the passer by to the poet.
But if the poet was so wise
Then why does he despair to the skies
With his pen every night?
To set things right.
He decided.

Twists of KarmaPampered, pretty, skinny, spoiled
A princess in her castle of fear
Holds all other's plans faux and foiled

Struts her feathers in others faces
She's headed straight for hell
Steps on them with different clothes from different races

She's lost in herself
She lays in her mounds of riches
We will see how she stands in front of God himself

Breaking other's hearts, tearing out their souls
Snapping their bones, killing their spirit
Using them as mindless tools

Someday she will find herself dead
And then where will she be?
She won't be in heaven, she'll be lying in her bed

Fireno matter what life may bring your way,
just keep your head held high,
no matter the things that others say,
reach up towards the sky,
hold out until the break of day,
and never wonder why,
no matter what they may,
tread on swiftly through the fray,
with fire in your eye

Litha (Midsummer)Sun stands still like a forge blazing in the heavens
The colours of fields and flowers woven out of its light
Where sea meets sky a heat haze hangs on the horizon
Teasing with glimpses of faeries flying just out of sight

The sun rises strong, but knows its strengths fading
The Horned One accepts His own death with His crown
For from now on till rebirth, the Sun God is waning
To the life of the land the life of the God has been bound

So jump the bonfire and burn away evil
Carry a torch in procession and bless land and home
Gather the garlands and deck all with flowers
Celebrate beauty for its sake alone

Sing of Midsummer's wonder in play

Where are we fromIt makes me wonder of what we are,
stardust i heard, children of god.

Oblivous creations, accidents on a rod,
is perhaps god carrying a shirt.

On it a saying, i made humanity
and this is all i got.

don't look into the shadows eyesdon't look into the shadows eyes,
or reach out and try to touch it.
for the dark thing is making ties,
thinking you don't want to love it.

he'll glare at you with eyes dark red,
and smile 'till his grin is full.
run for he'll be quickly fed,
feasting on your soul.

so say goodbye to all your best friends,
and say it to your family.
little do they know of your desperate feeble end,
fighting, struggling, yearning to be free.

the shadow consumes you, loving your intense fear,
into the shadow, you will sink, until there's nothing left.
your life and existence, slowly starting to disappear,
and nobody will know of this untimely theft.

don't loo

This Is How I PrayI wear a mask because I have no face.
I’ve always dropped out of every race.
I am a quitter and a sinner and I’m broken.
I feel so hollow from every word I have spoken.

I’ve been so lonely for so long.
I’m ready to sing my Swan Song.
Every time I fall asleep, I die.
I am whipped and scorned for asking, “Why?”

Where is my God? Does He hear me?
Why can’t I see Him? Why does He hate me?
To answer my challenge,
He planted this thought in my mind:

I am a rose.
Fragrant and precious,
I am cursed with
An army of thorns.
I am a rose.
Too easy to cut down
And be used just to please
Somebody else.
I am a r

Where is GOD?Everywhere I look
Points me again
To someone who saves,
To YOUR healing hand.
And though sometimes
I can’t see YOU here,
I know YOU are with me
And YOU’re always near.
I searched so long
For the joy YOU bring.
Now, my soul is longing
To get up and sing!
Here am I to worship
YOU, who saves!
Here am I to bring
YOU everlasting praise!
Though doubt consumes me sometimes
I will never let go,
Because I am told to walk by faith
And let my faith show.
So, again I stand
In YOUR holy presence
Asking for peace and joy
Like YOUR rich men’s!
-8/30/12

Secret Riteswe're not going dancing in the moonlight,
we're not building a bonfire high,
we're not daring the stars to fall,
we're not praying at an altar's lies,

we're not wishing for something more,
we're not hoping for something less;
we're just going to keep doing what we can,
and not settle for second best.

we're not denying you did your best,
we're not refuting your hard work,
we're not asking for better next time,
we're not treating you like a jerk,

we're not gloating that ours is better,
we're not whining that ours is worse;
we're just doing what we know how,
and starting up on the next verse.

we're not garbed in robes of hemp,
we're not cloa

DeadWhen I wake up,
I’m not searching for you.
And praying for others
Is something I don’t do.
Thus, I’m driven wild
With a longing I can’t explain,
But I’m refusing all your chances
To heal and brake the chains.
In darkness do I lie,
Sinking deep in sin.
I only pray to you
When pain am I in.
I’ve lost all my focus.
I’ve lost all my life.
Now, I live in pain;
In darkness; In strife.
Heal me, O LORD,
From this death inside.
Help me to follow you,
And let YOUR hand guide.
6/19/12

A Path Once TakenI have taken many paths
That lead to many places.
They, of course, have many destinations.
I see, behind me, a path once taken
That broke my heart and burned my soul.
It is a poisoned cup,
Of which I drank many times.
Where did it leave me?
Broken.
This path once taken
Has left me dry and achin’
And yearning for love so desired.
I try to avoid the path,
But it appears again at last
And I am not too fast,
For I am tired..
The lust that consumes my soul
Has at last taken its toll
And left me more broken than before.
Where can I be refilled
So that I may be still
In this place that’s made to steal
And recreate your soul?
I still lie hear
Shedding many tears,
Not without my fears,
But seeking it yet again.
I have returned
To that path once taken
That left me dry and achin’
And yearning for love forsaken.
-5/9/12 (Night)

Light Swiftly FadingThe world today
Encourages many things,
And with all the confusion
Comes many stings.
Can a Christian stand it?
Well, not alone.
With Jesus you can make it,
Tho’ you’ll reap what you have sown.
The darkness flooding in
Leaves little room to breathe.
The flame that shone so brightly
Is almost gonna freeze!
Can we Christians save it;
Bringing back the light.
If we give our lives to Jesus,
We’ll make it shine real bright!
If we stand by praying,
With Jesus we’ll be strong!
Then, the light will shine brightly
And we’ll sing life’s song!
-11/19/11

Letter a DiscipleHow are you, son? It's been a while
since I've heard from you, with that, I write
to ask how you do and where you are
and try to connect with your distant heart.

It's been a while since the day you left,
to be honest, till now, this hurt I've kept
from your betrayal have yet to mend.
So I'll be transparent with you, my friend.

Now I'll tell a tale to express what's within,
to let you know what I've been hiding;
to let you know how it grieves me so,
in hopes you'll realize and come back home.

Even before, in the spirit, you were born
in my womb, I conceived you as my own.
In prayer I travailed for God to move
and indeed His promises, throug

spiritThe gaze of it's spirit pierces my soul,
and he whispers in my ear:
"you will have to pay a toll,
a price that's worse than fear."

I found myself within my bed,
I guess it was just a dream...
that's when saw those eyes of red
way more scary than should seem.

an ear-piercing screech shatters the silence,
and the adrenaline kicks in.
I sprint away, but my feet are quiet as mice,
like running on ice that's thin.

I looked back and i hadn't moved at all,
almost like I was walking on air.
next I knew I was in a hall
and the man was standing there.

I couldn't defend...
and that was the end

Browse More Like This

Download File
HTML, 2.2 KB more ▶

More from *Odins-Gift

LifeLongLifeLong (song) MP3: see link below

My mind has grown weary,
My bones become old;
Where once there was fire
Now ashes lie cold.

A burden full heavy
What once seemed so light;
The grey I deemed dawning
Now leads into night.

Life is long, and the road is longer
That leads to the Gods above.
Time is strong, but the heart is stronger
And the strongest of all is love.

All empty my hands now
Once brimming with gifts,
While under my footsteps
The sands of time shift.

All empty my heart,
All my songs flown away;
My soul full of sadness,
Old child gone astray.

Life is long, and the road is longer
That the stars of

OnceOnce I sought out Him
Whom most I desire,
When, quite unexpected,
My flight took me higher.

Hurtled to somewhere
I'd not been before,
Bereft of my concepts,
My notions no more.

There at the threshold
No memory or thought,
No words and no image,
Nor seeker nor sought.

Before me, an abyss,
A void that was full,
Drawing me with
Irresistible pull.

I clung to the edge
Yet for falling I yearned;
An eternity passed
Till at last, I returned.

I've since had a hard time
To wear my old masks
In the world of fixed forms
And its temporal tasks.

(C) Michaela Macha

Their Voice"Sing us a song!" shouted the men
On the night before battle began.
The Skald stirred the strings, and once again
Of their heroes he sang to the clan.

And sparks from the fire danced on his lyre,
His words kindled courage to flame;
Both voice and harp rang clear and sharp
As their blades when the morning came;

And singing they went their foes to meet,
To the rhythm of sword upon shield,
To the rhythm of blows and thundering feet,
Till the enemy had to yield -

And round the Skald cried a joyous throng:
"A song now, a song !"

In the hall they built on the land they'd won
His lays were of love and of lore;
With wisdom and wit he

The WatcherA war, somewhere. A soldier is crossing a line
when combat begins and something shifts in his head.
I watch. He feels so alive, like never before--
He revels. Ecstatic, the killing. Delightful, the gore.
He´d not known he could be like this. He´ll try to forget,
yet yearn for it later at home. All this is mine.

A city, somewhen. An artist is doing a line;
addicted to beauty, his craving helps him create.
I watch his choice to live fast; he will not live long.
He fades while his dreams become real in sculpture and song.
Soon he will have nothing left, except wait
for the time to pass between shots. This, too, is mine.

A l

To a New OdinsmanI can tell who you are
You radiate
Burning desire, confusion
So much like my own
Seeking one who defies being found,
Walking the long road.
It will stay that way, you know
The desire, the yearning
Will never end.
But this should not keep you from walking.
Sometimes you'll be in the company of others,
But mostly you'll know
What loneliness means.
Along the way, somewhere
You will meet pain
And learn to make it your companion.
When the road closes in on you,
Leaving no leeway,
When it loses itself in the wild
And you grope through the thicket,
Close your eyes
Your love is your lodestone.
You will always feel Him
Just out

God of MysteryTune:"Bound for the Promised Land"

I sing the God who never rests
From finding hidden lore,
And for all the riddles that he guessed
He's ever seeking more.

Chorus:
I follow the God of mystery,
Of memory and thought;
Oh, won't you come and join with me,
To seek what he has sought?

Through labor, trickery and charms
He won the poets' brew,
And breaking free from Gunnlod's arms
From Suttung fast he flew.

Chorus

A knowledge contest entered he
And pledged his life as bet;
His last question was a mystery,
Vafthrudnir lost his head.

Chorus

To drink from wisdom's water, he
Feared not the price to pay,
The wonders of nine worlds

View Gallery

Featured in Groups:

Not currently featured in any groups.

Details

Submitted: January 20
File Size: 2.2 KB

Link

Thumb

Statistics

Comments: 8
Favourites: 4 [who?]
Views: 36 (0 today)
Downloads: 1 (0 today)

License

Creative Commons License

Some rights reserved. This work is licensed under a
Creative Commons Attribution-No Derivative Works 3.0 License.

[x]

The Ravens

by *Odins-Gift, Jan 20, 2013, 12:58:58 PM
Literature / Poetry / Spiritual / Traditional Fixed Forms

On a rainy night so boring
I heard Munin soundly snoring,
I grew tired of my poring
Perched above Valhalla's door.
"Munin!", screeched I to the ceiling,
Sending the poor fellow reeling,
"Let's deal out a joke to Odin,
One that he'll be falling for -
Just one joke, and nothing more."

Back from barrow ghost invoking
Odin entered, wet and soaking,
And I started with my croaking
From the dark above the door:
"I'm the first and oldest Volva!
All my secrets I could tell ya,
For the right price I might sell, yeah",
And I cawed, "Would you know more?"
(He is crazy about lore.)

"What!", cried Odin, "Quick, be talking!
At the price I won't be balking.
Searching wisdom, I've been walking
Wandering from door to door.
Let my need for knowledge reach you,
All my own skills I would teach you;
Tell me all now, I beseech you!"
Quoth I grinning, "Nevermore!"
(Just a jest, and nothing more.)

Odin with frustration sputtering,
Munin laughing, wildly fluttering,
I was dead-pan and kept uttering
Nonsense about hidden lore.
For his need he found no quelling,
All Valhall woke from his yelling –
Oh, the fun to keep on telling
Him that one word, "Nevermore!"
(We thought it was a joke, no more.)

In the morning ceased his raving,
But that did not end his craving,
And we saw our master waving
To our roost above the door.
"Friends", he said, "Now I will ride out;
Over Midgard you shall glide out:
Seek the Volva in her hideout!"
- Then it felt a joke no more.
(And Munin, to this day, is sore.)

Every day we must keep flying,
Always for that "Volva" spying,
Acting as though we were trying;
Well, the joke's on us, for sho…
To escape a rightful chiding,
To this day the truth we're hiding;
By this tale we are abiding,
And we'll tell you nothing more!

(C) Michaela Macha

Creative Commons License BY-ND

With thanks to the original Poe-try...

The Ravensby *Odins-Gift

Literature / Poetry / Spiritual / Traditional Fixed Forms

With many fine variations of the theme already around, it suddenly seemed very logical to write a version featuring Hugin and Munin, no?

~~joy 0 0~~

~~wow 0 0~~

~~mad 0 0~~

~~sad 0 0~~

~~fear 0 0~~

~~neutral 0 0~~

~sir-hattington Apr 3, 2013 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

this is pretty awesome, the way it mimics the the Raven but tells is own unquie story is very impressive

Reply

*Odins-Gift Apr 3, 2013

Thank you for your kind words, I'm happy you like it

!

Reply

~sir-hattington Apr 9, 2013 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

no problem

Reply

Mood: Love

~UinenFirestar Mar 27, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

No words for this. Just gushes of Poe love. This is fantastic!!!

Reply

*Odins-Gift Mar 31, 2013

Thank you

!!

Reply

~Meredyth Jan 20, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Hilariously funny and clever!

Reply

*Odins-Gift Jan 21, 2013

Thank you

!! Glad you like it.

Reply

~Meredyth Jan 28, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Indeed

Reply

Previous
Next