Oh Greybeard,

“Oh Wisdom-Granter,
deliver us
Sons and Daughters
of Ask and Embla

From our own corruption,
corrupted in spite
of the many gifts
sent by the Gods

Oh Wisdom-Granter,
why is it we
decay in the absence
of those holy, holy gods?

Men may think
we know better
than the Gods,
and Men will pay for it.

Oh Spear-Master,
will your spear land
on the side of the just,
or on the side of the soulless?

Will those of holy, holy gods
be destined to win
in the dark times
of this current age?

Oh Flaming-Eyed,
do you rage
at all the children of Heimdallr,
or just our enemy?

For we have stood by
such sick decay
with our knowledge
of Allfather’s truth.

Oh Poetry-God,
do you hear
when we call
in your divine method?

Or do our cries
fall upon deaf ears
as though we are
forsaken and damned.”

Hail the Folkway

“Hail ye holy gods,
whom my ancestors knew so well.
Hail ye spirits of the land,
whom my ancestors gave gift,
and were given to.
Hail my ancestors,
whose ancient deeds echo deep in my bones.
Hail the Allfather,
who sees all we have done
Hail the Thunderer,
who protects us and our kin
And health to those who believe in them,
for we are the bearers of truth.”

A Folly

“A wise man
would do well
to know the Gods
For they will guide him
along the path to enlightenment

A foolish man
would do well
to fear the Gods
For his folly will lead
to his misery.”

Poetry, and why I write it.

Poetry, for people of the Indo-European tradition, has commonly been used as the way for the Gods to present themselves to Man. As I am a believer in such Gods and Goddesses, I believe the best way to partake in the Great Conversation is to write poetry. This is where I intend to put my poetry so I have a way to officially claim it is mine and my intellectual property.