• "Odin's Lament"

    From Denise Stevens to ALL on Thursday, November 13, 2025 06:07:02
    "Odin's Lament"
    by Carol E. Meacham/Kano Runstafr Odinsdottir
    (C) Copyright 1991 by Carol E. Meacham


    This poem may be used in ritual, but I ask that you give
    appropriate author credit if published.


    I heard the horn's cry
    Clouds on the wind fly
    Wood smoke and blood's tang
    The call of the wolf rang
    Long and loud in the stillness
    Deep and wide in the vastness
    A star's shine in the vast night
    A tiny spark, proclaiming it's right
    To be, as I am, whole
    By Odin's decree playing it's role
    Until the hour of need
    When all bonds are freed
    And the final winter arrives
    Of Odin's host, not one alive
    To proclaim what has been
    What was to be and be again
    "It is time," declared our lord
    "When death will wait on our swords
    When Light will perish in the dark
    When sons and daughters see the mark
    Of that which proves a dying day
    Come to steal the souls away
    From your old Father's hand
    What warriors here, from every land!
    'Twould be a sorry sight,
    Were we not to fight
    Against the Norn's decree.
    Come, my shieldmen, to me!
    Where is Thor, my warrior son
    Who's chariot makes the day to run
    Cursed Loki, trickster, fool!
    Condemned to lie in the poison pool!
    Go away from me, betraying child!
    You who makes the Fates run wild!
    Traitor to Balder, fair as the light!
    Because of you, the world in blight.
    Faithful Tyr, Mighty Thor,
    Beautiful Freya, to live no more
    In Asgard's sacred halls of gold
    All for Loki, mischief bold!
    Oh, that I might hold back time,
    For one more day of fairest clime
    But now Ragnarok will claim my bones
    The world will end with agony's groans
    As your wise old Father at last retires
    To Hela's embrace and Muspellheim's fires
    Oh, my son, my faithful wife,
    How long, how long our graceful lives?
    Oh Asgard, beloved golden land
    How long, how long, your rule to my hand?
    My ravens, my wolves, my Valkyries fierce
    Death's cold barbs, my heart they pierce
    I did not know, I could not see
    The runes did not reveal that need
    But no more words, now march on
    To war, to death, 'til time is gone!
    For all that we have given here
    I will not flinch, I will not fear
    Oh my children, fight well and true
    I go before to welcome you
    Go not easy into death
    Let not Hela steal your last breath
    Whatever is left beyond the veil
    I know that you can never fail!
    For was it not all foretold
    In runes and stones and tales of old?
    And through it all the sun will rise
    You see, your Father is truly wise!
    For was not a new day promised?
    Ah, but that sunrise I will miss
    For after me will come a new lord
    To take up the fight and claim the sword
    So sing of me, when you gather here,
    I will listen, never fear
    For though I am gone, my power fades
    I still can hear your prayers for aid
    And I will answer, as I may,
    And help to chase your fears away."
    So the Lord did go out to Ragnarok
    Fought til Hela's cold arms did lock
    About the AllFather's ancient form
    Oh, what wailing, what storms!
    Grievous day, to come at last
    After so long the fateful blast
    Brave Thor, taken by the Serpent's coils
    It's poison in his veins did roil
    Soon he, too, did follow the path
    Vanquished by the Serpent's wrath.
    There the Hammer did lay,
    Quiet and still, it's master away
    Gone forever from Thor's hand
    Quiet and still, the newborn land
    Without it's gods to guard
    A new race to be it's ward
    And tell the tales as were told
    Of ancient gods in a land of gold.


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