Ode To Odin
My ode to Odin:
Hanging in Yggdrasil,
Neither in sky, nor on Earth.
For nine nights and nine days,
Without mead or a meal.
A self-inflicted spear wound,
As I sacrificed myself to myself.
I watched my blood flowing to the ground,
With my blood creating the runes,
As their wisdom entered my bones.
A Seidr I became to enhance my gain.
Ever since that moment…
I will never be the same.
Copyright © White Wolf | Year Posted 2022
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