Prayer to Wodenwisdom, guile and ecstasyPrayer to Woden by Seaxwulf
these things I pray You give to me
poet’s share – sweet Mead from Heaven
another drink of inspiration
Runes are cut from ancient trees
sigils, signs now come with ease
flowing blood and gushing soul
we move along in Frija’s web
the God will teach
as the Goddess shapes us
a union born of polarity
blessed hearthfire’s duality
Wōden, Wotan; Father God
I seek craft and witching words
teach me gifts of sweet seduction
and so catharsis of noble Will
Lord of Gallows, wandering bard
countless dead and so reborn
bring me now to wit’s sweet end
and teach me how to walk again
ending, ending, never-ending
it has no start to take away
born in Aegis, shaped by Aeons
given wit by Odin’s brethren
oh my soul, my life, my mind
I pledge them all to wisdom’s God
to seek and eke, to strive and conquer
and so to rise above the mindful now
I will seek the Overman
the promise of sweet Wisdom throned
a life beyond the bold horizon
Woden GivesWoden gives to those that takeWoden Gives by Seaxwulf
blood for blood in walking flesh
a gift of wisdom for seekers’ held
the wheat shall sift from grain
and chaff is more a dirty word
it’s kith for kin in our own world
children young and withered old
a hunger for and a thought about
the spinning wheel inside the circle
that turns about throughout all ages
faith and family and Blood and Gods
it is the cycle of our lives
no more schemes and no more violence
our Fate is in our hands.
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.
Prayer to SagaSaga, Saga speak to mePrayer to Saga by Seaxwulf
tell us tales of mystery
pour a draught of Odin’s mead
that we in wonder hear your voice
do not fetter, do not hide
fill our horn’s with ancient pride
knot again the tie that binds
the strength we had we have yet still
only show us that our story is yet told
and that Scops own heart beats louder than Berserk’s drum
Saga now we pray to you
that Frigga’s Web will hold us true
and the Norn’s provide another tale
to at last be told at Saga’s Throne.
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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