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Shared Wyrd
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If Wyrd I share On the dire day I will stand with Vidar And behold the Aesir, Beside the fell folk Behold the Einherrar Loyal Aethelings Glittering, baleful, On each Hero's brow No world ever bore For at Asgard's rim Beside grisly throngs By Loki and Surt And Odhinn's foe, One jaw in Hel, The loathesome bane, Harmful howls His blackness Grim strides to meethim, Busked with light, A small star He bends not in dread Knowing it His doom, Laughing, He strides Proves Himself worthy Who drunk with battle-fire, Shout as one And Thund's men Into the fray So great those Heroes, Rise around them By the falling together While the shadowed sky Of the fear-gripped Warriors, fast friends, All about me, Carving a path Hack icy hides But far ahead, Odhinn, Willingly goes, Close on Him, The Breath of Life, A high shriek Frigga's last breath, Then in stillness, His children Heedless of plight, I fall, knifed by grief, Of warding, To stay the End, Into Fenrir-dark Knotted, though But at the last, The whispering |
with Walfather, of Doomfall on Vigrid plain, awesome, gathered, of Frey and Freyja, about their Lord, lusting for war, in gold and grey steel, a burning star: a braver sight, roar fire-hosts of rime-thurses' clans, led as thralls, Fenrir fell, the other in Heafon, land's life-queller, his hate of the Aesir blanketing the sky. golden-helmed, bright in the gloom, against stifling night, before the monster, draws not back, as if long eager, of the pride of Heroes, their Drighten's gift, the worlds shudder, thundering forth gladly follow. soon heaps of dead in the reek wrought there of fire and ice, is shattered by cries fiend hosts. fight singing as Allfather I seek, I cut at Surt's horde, of Hel-kith. alone against Maw and the gaping jaws clasping in darkness the Body of God. shakes the worlds: first to follow, standing aghast, are chopped down, of heart bereft. for naught my runes worthless all my wishes to shield my Love. I follow after Him, it be to nothingness, listening, I hear of the Wind… |
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Óðindís, 1999
Illustration is a photo of Hildegard Behrens as Brünhilde and James Morris as Wotan
from the Metropolitan Opera's magnificent production of Wagner's Ring. Please visit
their website for more pictures and for information about Das Ring des Niebelungen.
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