Category: Poetry

Road Less Traveled

Wandering alone along
the holy path,
many mysteries
illuminating the way.

Few travelers have
the courage to
walk these mighty,
treacherous hills.

Such men claim
to know the path
better than others,
but are misled.

Thousands of
con-men line the
road, offering an
easier trip.

But the grand
rewards, earned
along the way
will be all the less.

If one takes
the correct road,
it will lead
to a sacred place.

Where the Gods
dwell, and one
will have
appreciated the journey.

To a Confused Soul,

“The gnawing in
the depths of your soul.
You feel it
deep in your bones.

It comforts you,
but yet you are
in fear and awe
at the beauty of it all.

The well grows
deeper with each
drink of it’s
divine waters.

You hear the summon,
but you do not speak
the language,
foreign to modern, mortal ears.

Confusion from the
nature of the Conversation,
the beautiful tune
lost on deaf ears.

Do not be alarmed,
by the radiance
of the rising sun,
it is written for you.

The path will clear,
as it’s walked
wisdom burning away
corrupted brush.

False paths and gods,
will lead you astray,
but the truth,
never changes.”

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.”