As the Ravens swarm
8 February 2016
Slow they show
The shimmering peaks
The love’s hope
Periscope
Looking out of the waters
Rimmed with icy blue
The cleansing
Gift of springtime’s sprouts
Dancing feet
Humming beat
Prancing around the lilies
Chasing across Time
It blinks fast
The glowing heartbeat
Building up
Winding stairs
Leading down into the wells
Where the blood simmers
Flatline’s trace
When all is balance
Without face
She calls loud
Her shadows like the moon’s hue
Silver and grey streaks
We renew
From depths of our selves
Holy chants
Bees’ water
Our birth into mystic skies
Which speak of fear’s loss
Of decaying skin
Cleaned so neat what feat!
This absence
In presence
I scrubbed harder than steel nails
This soul how she wails
The moon flies
Over dark rivers
Where men cry
As they die
Their souls steeped in nothingness
The void it calls so
In the skies
High above the trees
She glimmered
Slight traces
Aurora borealis
Shimmering portal
Pilgrimage
To darker silence
Where the waves
Ride the shades
Of snow falling onto stones
Altars of the old
We rehearse
Death and its shadows
Like bleak slaves
Submissive
Mortality donned like cloak
We once immortal
They bind us
With paper names’ codes
Like grey moths
To stark light
We go down without a fight
Our minds bound to false
Like dewdrops
The gleaming droplets
Of bloods call
Misery
A notion to overcome
As the Ravens swarm
Reading of the poem:
Solringen – Wardruna
Naudir – Wardruna
AnsuR – Wardruna
Fehu – Wardruna
Ingwar – Wardruna