The Voluspa's Reprise
| Taliesin Wordweaver |
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Allfather Odin opened his eye,
and hitched up his hood Wary, he watched the weathered hut, feet on the ferns. Allfather Odin opened the door And stood like stone. Mist and moonlight held the moor Silent in silver. Allfather Odin entered the hut- Firelight filled it. The seeress was silent, sipping her brew: Her Wisdom waited. Allfather Odin closed his eye, Knelt on his knees, Held his hands out, holding but air, And begged this boon: “Tell me the turnings of time and fate, Oh spinner of spells: The warp and weft of wyrd is your book- Read me your runes!” Silent the seeress sat at her hearth, Fingers folded She poured her potion on the pulsing coals She spoke her spell: “I am Flame from the Fire I am Flower in the Field I am Echo in the Mountain I am Oak in the Mist I am Rain on the Violets I am River in the Vale I am Sparrow on the Wing, I am Sparks on the Wind I am Frost on the Blossoms I am Fruit from the Branches I am Whispers in the Silence I am Waves on the Sea I am Thorns in the Heather I am Thunder from on High. “I remember moonlight painting mountains Sprouting and spreading sprays of flame The ocean was ice, open and bleak Earth was ashen, empty of life Gray was the ground, gritty and bare The staring stars did not know where they stood In the empty arc of the ebony void Swimming in circles dreading the sun Pale and pulseless, the peace of darkness Nourished them, gnawed at them, they knew no halos… “But my wits are too weak to weave into speech The visions now veiled in the valleys of Wyrd, tossed and turned on the currents of time. The memories mist in my wistful mind, And I see your soul, through your sickly disguise Odin, All-Father, hiding your eye, Sacrificed for Seer-hood, you swung on the tree You seek my song, I serve only Truth Odin, All-father, your eye is empty… “I remember mist as it drifted by moonlight, Heavy like honey as it moved through the hills, And the sound of the sea when the waves were soft… “I am Spider in the Brambles I am Sparrow from the Branches I am Spark from the Embers I am Spun from the Echoes I Leave you my Ashes They are Lost to the Earth I Leave you my Runes They are Lost in the Reading I Leave you my Words They are Lost on the Wind” |
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