Metagenicin the suckling womb of night Odin’s eye did blinkMetagenic by Seaxwulf
in the blink of an eye there came the sound
the ringing of the black-elf’s hammer deep in the heart of earth
so deep below the earth the maggot men churn
gross beasts weaving troves of gold
above the caverns before the sky the night does reign
there the moon hangs like a diamond from Freyja’s neck
the Brisingamen before the land shines bright over cerulean woods
and there beneath the pale and pleasant glow the Drakar wait
the Dragon’s Heads wear crowns of Norseman shields
you see the snow fall in sheets across the virgin fields
in the darkness a village awaits the morning
where tension mounts like the Spear God on his horse
Sun shall rise like a Goddess in full heat
in her passion she will drive the ice from the Teutonic soul
there hangs on the wall a single sword above the shrine to a helm
a Hammar on a cord lies close at hand before a heap of mail and tunic
the bleating of goats rises to the sound of bubbling
Buxton SunriseStanding behind the eyelid of the Goddess,Buxton Sunrise by Seaxwulf
I peer into the leavening dark,
a new light rises like the blessed yeast
as the Goddess takes her fill.
Mother Earth gives out a little yawn
as Our Lady Sun smiles upon Her face.
The sinews of the land quiver in the stillness of the breeze,
and the deep dark of the wood stands against the yearling light.
Smoke rises from quiet houses
as tender families take their brew
be it morning coffee or sweetest tea;
every day is a brand new treat.
And I myself, I find my hands around the wheel,
as I drive toward the sky
where the gold outstrips the blue,
for the Goddess it seems is nearly awake,
even as I twist around the bend.
This town and the next shall pass me by,
a circle within a circle,
going on and going out,
mindless of what we do.
eternal solace and sacred comfort
all along the road,
a stitch in time,
a note in mind.
And my engine rumbles on.
SigynSigyn and Loki wait in the damp twilit cave, listening to the eerie echoes of each poison drip and the sound of their own breathing. Sigyn holds a wooden bowl over Lokis face. Slowly, it fills with the venom of a snake coiled on the rock ceiling. When the bowl is brimming, Sigyn carries it away to empty into a rock basina fermenting pool of poison. Loki is left unguarded; he screws up his eyes. The snake does not wait. Its venom splashes on to Lokis face and in torment he shudders and writhes. He cannot escape, and the whole earth quakes in his struggles.Sigyn by ErrantCrow
Loki lies bound. That is how things are and how things will remain until the destined apocalypse: Ragnarök.
One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life: that word is love.
Never were sweeter words of love spoken by a silver tongue than when he realized that she deserved to leave himand that he didnt love her enough to let her go. And so he told her romantic
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