• rickey 5w

    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,
    All-Father!

    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!