Man in the snow
Cold and bitter,
With a biting wind,
Shivers down my spine it does send.
A noise over the wind I hear,
And something in the dark cold wood draws near.
Over the howl of the wind, I hear another call,
As the night grows colder and all around the snow does fall.
I look to the trees and to my surprise,
I see four glowing eyes.
They come out of the shadow and their fur is grey,
They turn as if to tell me to go that way.
As I walk down the dark snowy path,
Voices above me begin to laugh,
I look and see black wings,
And with croaks and clicks the two ravens do sing.
But all noise I soon stopped hearing,
As I came to a wide clearing.
And what before me do I see?
My eyes see a man,
But my gut sees more than they can.
The man has a long grey beard,
And a cloak to match,
On his head a hat of the same.
I see in his hand a mighty spear,
That can cause a man's heart to fear.
Looking on his face I see an empty space where an eye should be,
With the other glaring questionably at me.
I ask him his name,
He says he has great fame.
He has as many names as winds blow.
Glad of war, grim raider, and third.
I declare it is you wand bearer, true guesser,
I then hear the thump of hooves on the ground,
And I think that for me mine enemy is bound.
But then comes a sight seen by few.
An eight-legged steed comes round,
And for us it does bound.
Now I turn my eyes to the ground,
And see mine own eyes looking back at me.
I feel hands pulling me,
Oh what a glorious thing I see,
Tis a Valkyrie holding me as she rises and falls,
And now I see the glory of Odin's great hall!