The cry of the black birds

by Rollo

Thursday 21st August 2014 12:14 am

I hear the cry of the black birds,

Hugin and Munin I see watching my every move.

Battle is near, Odin is seeing how I will react, or warning me.

When battle arises, I will not retreat. I will meet them with a smile, wanting to spill blood.

May Odin deem me worthy if I fall, and the valkyrie's take me up to Valhalla.

I will meet with Odin, and my ancestors waiting for me in Asgård.

◄ I was lost, but now I'm found

Betrayal ►

Comments

Rollo

Fri 22nd Aug 2014 11:04

Thank you! I appreciate it

Dominic James

Fri 22nd Aug 2014 10:36

I like this one, the idea that it is thought - thought and memory - that you meet on the field puts the whole thing in the mind, which is right, I think. And I'm also aware in any battle Odin sometimes has the better man fall to more quickly fill his shield-tiled hall. good stuff.

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