Odin's Ravens

Long did Odin recline nursed by the long slain. Long had he relied for news from his two ravens, from a world he still thirsted after and long did love. His one eye itched for their long expected return. Muninn (known in the old tongue, as Odin’s Memory), at last appeared. The birds sable feathers were now ghost-grey. It stumbled in its speech as it spoke of what it had seen of the world. Long were its strange tales, long were the gaps in its telling until Odin could not piece together the recalled from the unrecalled. In time his second great raven Huginn (Odin’s thoughts), entered his awareness together with its dark ponderings. Its dire re-telling's they smote Odin with such force that he gasped in a toothless gawp of horror. He called for his nurse, alas no nurse was to be found, he was adrift upon the long night. Dawn found his caregivers searching high, seeking low. yet only the long discarded bones of ancient ravens littered his abode.