Sunday, November 17, 2019

We Did Blood Magic, Do You Still Love Me?, by Blind Boy

The icy winds redden my nose
The faraway howling of humanity terrorizes my ears
The roots of life burn wicked around my shackles
God sits passively
God sits passively


An elven servant comes forward
Brand in hand
Like a steer he marks me


“One of the flock”
God chuckles
sheared of hair
I sit quiet
Breathing harsh


Forgotten by my people
Odin watches
Buddha ponders my destruction
Brothers in suffering


Sitting under a tree
Chained to understanding
My sins laid bare
She comes to punish


Soon the dwarves come
Scooping at the bloody matter
Taking both eyes


She comes
Scaffold in hand
Nine more imposters
Hanging for the father
The all-father
Arranger of the world


Hanged God
Ancestor worship
Kings none

Grandmother approaches
Hammer
Nails
Two boards


Vinegar breathed
I fall screaming
Your heart revealed


I wish to kiss the descendant of the king


The wanderer finds me


I lack sight


He gives it


Strength he affords


Quiet in the dark


I am the son of God


The son of Loðbrók


Sea king


Prophet


Forgotten poet


Failed


 

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