gods – Into the Unknown

I am the Wanderer

I am the thunder,The lightning and storm.I am the wrath of Odin,I am the anger,I am the scythe of Hades,I am the last breath. I am the earthTrembling before the end,I am the doom,I am the infinite battle,I am the warcry of Ares,I am the rage of Thor. I am the darknessRising from the depth,IContinue reading “I am the Wanderer”

The hosts/ Three by three

Cold is the windThat comes from the west,Dark are the skies:Nuada rides. Cold is the windThat comes from the north,Dark are the skies:The Allfather rides. Cold is the windThat comes from the southDark are the skies:Gwyn ap Nudd rides. Cold is the windThat comes from the eastDark are the skies:The three hosts ride. Three byContinue reading “The hosts/ Three by three”

Angels use subway

Angels use subway, you know.Angels love old school rock.Angels wear long dark coats.Angels like cowboy boots,Angels, they sometimes smoke. Old gods love old metal, guys,Old gods ride their high speed bikes,Old gods like their helmets off,Old gods have their way, you see,Old gods, they prefer it rough. The Fair Folk hate flowy stuff.The Fair FolkContinue reading “Angels use subway”

Milk and honey

Milk and honey.Gold on white. A cup for BraintA bowl for the Tylwyth teg. Milk and honey.Whispers on the wind. Sage and rosemary,Anise and lavender. A cup for CerridwenA bowl for the Fair folk. Broom and meadowsweetGold on pale pink A cup for BlodeueddA loaf of bread for Lleu. Mead and silver,Wine and amber, AContinue reading “Milk and honey”

Fionn’s song

You cannot survive in a field of thorns, being a dandelion.You have to become a thorn. You cannot survive in a field of thistles, being a rose.You have to become a thistle. You cannot survive in a joust, being a damsel in distress.You have to become an armored knight. You cannot survive among the swordsContinue reading “Fionn’s song”

I am the storm

There, on a cliff, I sitClad in storm and nightfall.Silver wheel buzzesAs I pull the thread. No herald of storms am I,No harbinger,No prophet.I am the storm. My eyes are closedYet I see everything.Dark is the sky,Yet my hands glimmer. No herald of storms am I,No harbinger,No prophet.I am the storm. Ravens gatherTo feed atContinue reading “I am the storm”