Friday, October 3, 2008

A Call to Odin

A dead god hangs high from a tree
For nine days and nine nights
An endless time
Listening to the whispers of the Strange Ones

The skin grows colder
Visions appear
On edge of life and death
Madness makes it all clear

A parched throat no longer
Waits for the rain
Tears of the gods
There shall be none, only pain

The wait finally ends
The blood seeps through the wounds
He walks again to rule
The land of the living and the dead

There is no reason I should be writing this, but something compelled me to do it. The Allfather god Odin was the principal god of Vikings. He hung on a tree for nine days and nine nights as his own wake, to seek knowledge and wisdom. It's all pretty fucked and in a lot of ways cool too. I love mythology, and you can ignore it if you want. Wiki Odin, it is a great deal of cool stuff to read.

Peace Out!


  1. i like mythological stuff... i remember one of ur early poems, with somewhat similar references... cant recall the name now...

    this one shud have been a bit longer i felt... but me liked =)