Rafnagaud

        by Marc Pollitt

Since time was young, my father kept a pair
of ravens--dark and brooding birds who flew
each day around the world in search of new
developments--they whispered in his ear
all things they learned, put knowledge in his care.
But when today's sun glistened on the dew
there were no ravens anywhere in view--
a sign that heralds ultimate despair.

Let's ready shields and armor while we may,
and ask dead heroes to be killed once more.
Our foes will soon be at our gates to mock
our efforts to keep Destiny at bay.
The time has come at last to go to war.
Life ends and starts today at Ragna rök.

 

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