The world was born of ice and flame
Of crystal drops that filled the empty plane
When Muspell's heat burned Niflheim
And life unraveled from the endless stream
And formed a voice whose name was Scream
Where shapes spilled out from his unseen dream
The waves then rise to cast new sounds
Soft yet gentle, the vibrant hums
Freed more life from their icy bounds
Defrost, the Aesir thus came to be
The first of which was so-called Búri
Whose son then wed and begat three
The three then warred against the Scream
For they saw no good inside his dreams
His pores sweat venom in boundless streams
That primal Scream thus fell down and shattered
His flesh and bone, all torn asunder
Which then were used to forge all matter
Henceforth came an age of craft divine
New worlds were built, 'til there were nine
Bound by Yggdrasil, their verdant spine
Yet discord hangs across the cosmic loom
Weaving prophecies that foretold gloom:
What bore the world shall be its doom
War and death had shaped Yggdrasil's roots
And destruction echoes within its shoots
Thus, war and death shall be its fruit
Categories:
niflheim, myth, mythology, universe,
Form: Tercet
All Things Norse
The dark and dreary autumn skies
Illuminating moon amplifies
Shadowy figure arises
Through the misty fog belies
Her falcon cloak wears a whirring sound
Absorbed by loves battleground
Affliction blight of Niflheim
Embracing Freya’s willowy frame
This goddess walks through towering wheat, bittersweet
With grandeur attributes, beauty becomes deplete
For about her neck clings Brisingamen of fire
She knows the cost beloved husband was acquired
Odin’s ravens fly above divulge shiny blackened feathers
Hunting her walk upon the hills in steady measure
The moon sends its beams between darkened clouds
Reflecting her ebony ringlet hair abounds
Here in Folkvangr lives the field of host
Battle cries for mountainous ghosts
Hnitborg holds the mead of poetry
In mound of heights lives ancestry
And amber tears fill the alabaster jar
Until they reunite her to Odh
July 24, 2014
Categories:
niflheim, poetry,
Form: Verse