Into the Unknown

Call me Freyr

Call me Freyr
Of the thousand winds,
Call me king
Of the verdant spring,
Call me Freyr
If you’re not afraid
Of being mine
Forevermore.

Call me Freyr
Of the sacred paths
Call me Freyr
Of the northern skies,
Call me Freyr
If you want to be
Young and bright
Till the stars are out.

Call me Freyr
Of the mead and wine,
Call me Freyr
Of the runic rhymes
Call me Freyr
If you want to be
My beloved
Forevermore.

Call me Freyr
Of the golden halls,
Call me Freyr
Of the sweetest kiss,
Call me Freyr
If you long to be
My fair bride
Till the end of time.

Call me Freyr
Of the greenest glades,
Call me Freyr
Of the longest days,
Call me Freyr
If you called me to
Marry me
Under silver skies.

I will ride out

This night I will ride out again,
Starlight and moonbeams,
Tall grass and crystal dew.

I will ride out again
With the one who keeps me
By my side.

I will ride out again
with him of the thousand faces,
the king of summer stars.

I will ride out again
to where the rainbow shines
in the velvet skies.

I will ride out again
to the one who awaits me
by the rainbow bridge.

I will ride out again
to the lands of the elven folk
to greet their king.

i will ride out again
to dance with him
of the thousand winds.

i will ride out again
to see The Kings of old
Bright and glorious.

I will ride out again
to sing to my lords
Of winter, spring and fall.

I will ride out again
to become myself,
the guardian of words.

i will ride out again
to be their queen
for the night.

i will ride out again
and return at morn,
renewed.

i will ride out again
to feast and drink
the water of the Urd.

I will ride out again
till the nights are long
and my lords so wish.

i will ride out again,
the keeper of words,
to be free.

You never know

You never know what you’re gonna see
Venturing to the Otherworld.
You never know who you’re gonna meet
Venturing down, down, down.

You never know what you’re gonna find
Venturing to the Underworld
You never know what you’re gonna hear
Venturing through the veil.

You never know what you’re gonna do
Trying to get out of the Otherworld
You never know what you’re gonna get
Coming back from the dead.

You never know what you’re gonna leave
Venturing to the Otherworld
You never know what is gonna stay
While you’re all down below.

You never know what you’re gonna be
Six feet under in Netherworld,
You never know who you’re gonna see
If you climb back at all.

You never know and you never will
If you’re smart enough
Never to venture underground
Never go down below.

Call me Persephone

Oh, so Hades does scare ya,
That’s what I’ve heard
Through the tangled vines,
Through the rippling waves.
Hades is scary, sure he is,
But nobody messes with me.

Queen of the dead,
Of the thousand ways,
Queen of the spring
And the upside-down,
Queen of the damned
And the Twilight gleam-
Call me Persephone.

Hades may scare ya,
And that I’ve seen
In the eyes of the dying,
In the souls of the gone,
He is the steel, or so I’ve heard,
But nobody messes with me.

Queen of the Blues,
Of the silver thorns,
Queen of the blood,
Of the grit and bone,
Queen of the swords,
And the lingering breath-
Call me Persephone.

Hades does rule in the halls below,
Judging the souls alright,
Down by the river
Of ice cold waves,
He scares them well, or so they say,
But nobody messes with me.

Queen of the bitter,
Of sweetest kiss,
Queen of the spring
That never comes,
Queen of the ones
Who never breathe,
Call me Persephone.

Think you’re tough like Hades, huh?
Think you can handle hardest blows?
Think twice before saying
You’re tougher than steel
To the One who dies every year –
They call me Persephone.

Nightmare/Flowers/Lleu

Sometimes I feel so exhausted
I want to stop trying.
My days are all glory,
But nights are all done for.
Old wounds are still bleeding
In dreams
I am still being hunted.

When I close my eyes,
There is nothing but flowers.
They crowd me,
They climb over me.
I’m drowning in them
Every night.
Blodeuwedd.

Your flowers will kill me
One night,
Of this I am certain.
Your meadowsweet glory
Will finish me off.
I’m so tired of flowers,
If you only knew.

I’m drowning in flowers
Each night
Till they got me bleeding
Till white becomes red
And my blood
Makes flowers all wet,
And I’m losing it all.

I’m bleeding each time
When you’re mentioned,
I’m trapped in your scent.
My life’s losing ground
And my mind is unhinging,
I’m losing the will
And I’m losing the sense.

When will you stop hunting me
My bittersweet glory,
When will you leave me alone
In the fields of blood red?
Can you not see I am dying
Each night – do you know I am weakened
By flowers of pain?..

I swear by the oak bloom,
I’ll live even if it means dying,
I swear by the broom
You shall not hunt me down,
And by meadowsweet
I shall rise,
Nothing shall ever get me.

For I am the sun
And the fire,
And blood of the morn.

Dark is the skin of the Earth goddess. Finer than silks, shimmering like diamonds in the snow, golden glow filling each pore. Dark is her hair, all ebony and mahogany, sloe berries and richest earth. Dark are her lips, sweeter than cherries, blood red and moist, her teeth – whiter than the whitest dove.

Dark are her breasts, dark is her belly, adorned with rows of goldstones and rubies, golden chains encircling her – and dark is the fire burning inside, for its name is Passion, and it can eat you up and gobble you down, destroying you.

Fair is the skin of the Moon goddess. Pearls are bleak and grey in her presence, and most precious diamonds are but a memory, for she is light itself.

Fair is her hair, silver against gold, crystals glowing all around her face, and her eyes – purest blue, topaz and sapphire can’t hold a candle to their blueness.

Fair are her lips, tender and soft, as a new born rose at dawn. Fair are her breasts, whiter than snow, and slim is her waist, for she is a maiden, and will always be one. No child will she cradle in her slender arms, no life will she carry inside – for she is a priestess, a prophetess, an eternal bride – but never a wife.

Fair is she, but no fire burns in her, except that of the distant stars, and no king shall ever tame her, for she is elusive like the moonglow, mist and breath- and harsh with those who try to conquer her.

These are the goddesses, that reside in each and every woman. Whichever holds dominion and when, no one knows….

Arianrhod

Arianrhod loves cider,
And juniper berries, and sea,
At night, she can sit by the hour
Singing the stars to sleep.

Arianrhod is proud,
Her hair like the rippling stream,
Inside her, an ocean of doubt
And never a trace of dream.

Arianrhod is lonely,
She’s good at the spinning wheel,
She’s quiet; and sighing softly,
She wishes her words could kill.

Arianrhod has brothers,
So many she’s lost the count.
She’s not too good with her mother,
Her father is stern and devout.

Arianrhod is lovely,
Yet somehow at all unseen,
All quiet and wishing wildly
To vanish and never to spin.

Arianrhod is water,
All cold and distant by day,
At night, nobody can hold her
From watching the moonlit waves.

Arianrhod loves cider,
Long walks and her silver wheel,
She wishes her life could be brighter,
Than this – but nobody hears.

Arianrhod is loyal
But too independent, mind
Yet wishing for someone noble
To whisk her away at night.

Arianrhod loves cider,
And juniper berries, and sea,
At night, she can sit by the hour
Singing the stars to sleep.

There, beyond

There,between the worlds
Bifrost shines.
There, beyond the mists
Lies the way.

There, among the stones
Thorn climbs,
There, out in the cold
Rose blooms.

There, by the stream
Time stops,
There, by stormy seas
He calls.

There,beyond the woods
Lies home.
There, by ice and snow
He waits.

To the heathered hills
Soul flies,
To the Northern winds
Heart bears.

To the Lord of Hunt –
My oath,
To the king of fae –
My pledge.

To the Whitest one-
My heart,
To the One who knows-
My mind.

Father, bless my way
Through the woods,
Father, let me see
Golden shores.

Love of mine,keep
My path straight,
Love of mine, watch
Over me.

As if

Sometimes I would catch her
Staring silently
Into the void,
As if Asgard never mattered.

Sometimes I would find her
Close to the edge
Of the world,
As if Volkvangr never existed.

Sometimes I would hear her
Singing to the waves
At dawn,
As if her soul was dying of grief.

Sometimes I would come closer
And hold her
Softly, yet firmly,
As if that was ever enough.

Sometimes I would hear her cry,
And her tears
Would turn to amber
As if it was the sun that cried.

Sometimes I would hear her
Whisper my name
And sigh,
As if the world was ending.

Sometimes my heart would ache
So much that
I could not breathe
As if my death was close.

Sometimes she would hide
On my chest
And my soul would cry out-
As if Ragnarok was inches away.

Sometimes I would pray
To the Allfather at night
To find another warden –
As if he could hear me.

Sometimes I would wish
I wasn’t Heimdallr,
The keeper of dawn,
As if that could change a thing.

Sometimes I would kiss her
Without her knowing,
With sea salt and wind,
As if…

Son of the waves

She would steal in before dawn.
Night would just settle in.
White, as a moonlit falcon
She would glide in.

Softly would feathers ruffle,
Sliding off from her shoulders,
Amber and gold,
Snow and fire.

She would whisper my name.
Quietly, quietly,
And it would be sweeter
Than the mead of the Aesir.

Still she would be
In my arms, till dawn,
And her tears would turn to gold
At the hour of morn.

She would call my name
Longingly, sadly,
And her fingers would run
Through my hair.

Dark would her eyes be,
Darker than the night,
When it would be time
To part.

Closely would she cling
To me, clutching my hands,
Bitter would be her kisses,
Seasalt and heather.

And I would watch her fly
Whiter than the snow,
Stardust on the wing,
Cursing my fate.

I would love her more
Than any of the Aesir,
But lonesome is the fate
Of Heimdallr, son of the waves.