Wyrd Of The Dead

Wounded

I hung on a wind-swept gallows

For nights all of nine

Pierced by a spear

Odin

Offered myself to myself

Wisest know not

From whence spring the roots



I plegded to Odin

A hanged mans gift



Saw him hang nine days and nights

Pain did blind his sacrifice

More dead than alive

Carve the runes the dead to speak

Enlight the strong desert the weak

The wyrd of the dead



Suffer

A sacrifice so profound

They gave no bread

They gave no mead

Peered down

I grasped the runes screaming of need

I took them

From that tree I fell



I plegded to Odin

A hanged mans gift



Saw him hang nine days and nights

Pain did blind his sacrifice

More dead than alive

Carve the runes the dead to speak

Enlight the strong desert the weak

The wyrd of the dead