Day I : To Loki

You rose up from the primordial grime
hand in hand with Your brothers,
savage yet determined fury
under the light of a cold-bladed moon.
You destroyed Your ancestor,
ruined Him, the indolent breeder,
clotted up his gaping maw
silenced his screeching snores and groans
that ever rattled the wyrm-like field.
You swept it all away and from his bones
built anew, a web of worlds-
bleak in their youth, rich in their promise,
rising and shining in the boughs of the Tree.
You made of his screams a symphony,
bone beautiful and clean.
There was no remorse in You
but elation, satisfaction.
Let there be no remorse in me either,
for the things that I must do
in devotion.
Hail to You, Loður,
Whose blood stained fingers
painted our flesh a lively hue.

 

 

(by G. Krasskova)

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Posted on February 9, 2019, in Heathenry, Poetry, prayers, Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.

  1. A very powerful poem indeed! Hail Loki!

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  2. “Let there be no remorse either for the things I must do in devotion.”
    Hail to Loki, Hail to the Sky Walker, the Gift Bringer, the blood brother to Odin.
    May You ever be hailed.

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