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