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Thomas Laufey Poem
Loki:
Sigyn and Angrboda know their wyrd well
Even the far seeing eye of odin
Does even the all seeing eye have its faults?
The curse of knowledge or forgetfulness perhaps
Angrboda is born of the blood of the volva
She knows well the fates and
wyrd of men and immortals alike
The mother of wolves, my lovely consort
Sigyn my love,ever loyal and in morning
Has resigned herself to the fate of her wyrd
She too burns for revenge against the aesir
For you have transformed one son into a wolf
Only to have him kill his brother Nari
Then to transform poor vali back
Then to despair over his brother's entrails
And to commit an agonizing death
For what crime did my sons do,
Lord Odin as you proclaim yourself judge
Jury and executioner
And for what wrongs did my children
Jorgamundr, Hel, and Fenrir do
They were but kids when you had them
Imprisoned for Half Fashioned prophecies that
were made by three old wise women,
Have they not had their intuitions
misinterpreted before…..
So my children pay for my mistakes
You aesir who claim to be fair
Is this the famed fairness of the aesir
The destruction of my family
Driving us apart
I think that hardly righteous or fair
Copyright © Thomas Laufey | Year Posted 2019
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Thomas Laufey Poem
Imprisoned was i
By false beauty light
Fell down dead from fright
The man I cared for not a mon at all
But a devil wearing humans skin
Delighting in earthly pleasures
Offering cursed gifts with pretty treasures.
No man could be so cruel.
To imprison me within a fake house
He offered me the world
But it was a world of lies,
How could I have believed this devil?
Inspired by jean calliope’s poem: Regrets
Copyright © Thomas Laufey | Year Posted 2020
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Thomas Laufey Poem
Beltane’s Night
On the eve of Beltane
The Earth’s call rang across hill and heather, towards ford and cliff
From tree to river the door calls, spirits of earth so fair,
Heard by elf and pixie, awakening the dryads in their trees of old.
Summoning them with rallying cries, to the Seelie Queen in her halls of gold,
While she sits next to Unseelie King in his throne, surrounded by their faerie hoards.
Every day for seven, they war,
On Beltane they pause their unceasing battle, with laughter like glass,
They gather in hidden glen, all those ancient faerie that Midir feared among fair folk,
First came the Bean Sidhe, kings honor guard, followed by the royal house,
Then came the sylphs in their array of colour, and the Leanan Sidhe with their cloaks flowing in the wind
With the elven troops on stags, crowned with roses and thorns,
The goblins’ heave their swords for all to see, the most renowned of smiths.
They all answered to the Earth’s call on Beltane night,
Dancing round these poles brightly wrapped with flowers, with true self sparkling And bright reveling,
On Beltane’s mystic night.
*beltane- ancient holiday now known as may day sacred to druids and fairy worshipers.
*seelie- light fey,benevolent, kind and helpful to humans
*unseelie-dark fey malevolent, mischievous and cruel to human
*Midir- famous druid bard similar to Merlin or Finn maccool
*Bean Sidhe-(banshees)
*Leanan Sidhe ( Vampiric fairy muses)
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Dread dog
Shadowy flame of death
Guardian,protector of the ancient doors
Where in lies the underworlds breath
So beware the craggy shores of hell
Where sleeps the hound of Hades
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Thomas Laufey Poem
A owl cawing flew
Over lake in midnight blue
By pond spirit waits
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Thomas Laufey Poem
With wings as black as night, what death holds sway
By powers strong and ancient, death’s favored creature
Spirits burst to song at the Morrigan’s passing
With dark song filling the air, tulips wilt turning bare
As they pass through the morning air
Bird of mourning wears death’s sting
Fear of dank, dark passage, ‘neath thine unholy wing
Cold and callous they now fly
Great Tsi Sgili eye, born of fear and nightmare, true and sure
Thirteen times it calls
Thine soul bids goodbye, heaven and hell ever near
Which are thee - shall thou persevere?
*1: The Morrigan are the three Celtic sister goddesses of battle,the earth, death, and destiny, their names are Morrigan, Badb,and Nemaine.
*2: Tsi Sgili is a Cherokee witch who has the power to kill with their mind, and the ability to feed off of death,according to google the name literally means owl witch.
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What is anger,
That doe eyed beast
So beautiful the ruin of man,
Where in her beautiful eyes i stared
I noted a touch of discord,
I acted out of despair to sow strife,
When out of her eyes i tumbled
To a scene that spoke of trouble,
I regret looking her chaos filled gaze.
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Thomas Laufey Poem
Unity is illusionary,
A dystopia of thoughts and dreams
What is life but a fleeting thing in the grand scheme of things?
Freedom so precious and heavily bought
cannot compare to one loving thought.
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Thomas Laufey Poem
loki:
For nine nights only your own will had bound you
to the World ´s Tree, you treacherous God,
while I wore a chain that I chose not, forever:
With cruel fetter my freedom you took!"
Odin:
"Too cunning and unpredictable you were, too wild to roam free:
Greater your strength and hunger in magick and in power
Then even my own, Tyrs and Heimdalls combined,
greedier than ravens, you sought ever more;
that's why we tied you,torso, legs and arms
In your own sons entrails for blood runs thicker than water."
loki:
"Was in nine realms no room for a trickster lord
Was there no realm that you could offer, i who existed even before you?
Of choice you bereft me to change my ways.
My trust you betrayed - Tyr and Odin Wotan most of all,
For you swore by your blood to protect and care for me when no other wouldst
You who ´d fed me and cared like a father for me
The most cursed of primordials i was.
"All of you lost your honor that day;
stronger was I, but still you tricked me:
Cunning magic you cowards employed--
Tyr you let pay for the promise you broke.
"Eternity ´s enmity is what I owe you.
Raving my greed now, grown with the years:
Not quite enough are the nine worlds to feed me,
to slake my hunger for revenge they´ll hardly suffice."
The nine worlds the aesir and vanir cherish shall fall to end my enmity
Odin:
"I stand against you to strike you back,
though well I know what wyrd is mine:
That I will fall with all my Einherjar,
whose lives I ´ve taken, that life might survive.
"With bitter sacrifice bought I the wisdom
for many a day this doom to delay;
hope I have kindled, none kept for myself:
Two mortals survive in the wood of the Tree.
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Thomas Laufey Poem
Constant sorrow, longing heart
A wounded soul that wishes to help
A sickened body that cannot die
Hating the physical condition
Yearning for the healing staff
Wishing I could help, knowing my body is sickly
Yearning and hoping my strength returns soon
Like a dream upon the sea of stars
Hurting the heart when my lover,
Doesn't believe my capacities
Feeling the crushing pain and sorrow fall down
The tears unshed waiting for the final release
My love lies bleeding, my heart opened up
My sorrowful song enclosed
my dreams slowly break on the harsh sea
Constantly my hope is battered across the rocks
Will it break soon?
Wishing that I had the same look,
Dreaming the fanciful illusion
Wishing to break the incubus curse
Always longing for a love that doesn't leave
The dragon and the Phoenix are bound in the bamboo cage
The dragon song moved the Phoenix heart
Soon they loved ensnared
When they regain freedom
Will their love still be there?
Fearing the way forward.
Regretting the troubled past
When will my heart find peace?
When will I be at ease?
When will I be free?
Copyright © Thomas Laufey | Year Posted 2023
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