Ódinn

I who have sent out names of ravens          
inner murmur from eloquence given          
diviners rune fate song    
hidden mirrors open wilde    
wise eyes with only words          
I quench beastly thirsts          
bird flights spell smiths          
fish flights swirling      
winds       
           
behold this basking beauty          
unwinding coiled verses      
from flapping wings    
       
ravens open flights          
flocking aurochs        
roaming        
verse of wide          
I who Odin          
given          
           
i          
s spat out by name          
through each civilisation          
           
a life long path        
each lunacy         
is blood shot          
pierced with swords          
           
by scorn of Ergi where magic          
is a name given    
curse          
I am not            
   
so aim          
fire        
arrow         
scorn          
           
point your finger          
at me          
precisely        
pulling each trigger          
abysmally           
pure is this well          
unscarred my fate          
each human          
           
could wear my face          
           
I wear this cloth          
as christening gown          
I am blackest blood          
           
mine to keep          
not ever          
kept          
           
O          
I          
am          
           
but          
           
a dotted line          
           
copyrights © owned by Rianne 2024          
all rights reserved