Wisdom
Wisdom came with the loss of one of his eyes,
Half the world's light lost, and all
To delay darkness and doom and jotun's lies.
More wisdom won in Im's father's hall
With wagered head and hidden name.
More learned of doom, and still comes the fall:
The Muspell-hordes with swords of flame,
Belt of the Earth and Grim One's Bane,
Sigyn's man fighting without shame.
Wyrd ordains death on Vigrid plain:
Loss and grief and Hel's open door,
Surt's fire through every domain.
Still will the Wanderer plan for the war,
Gather his forces, pit man against man.
Is it reversal he seeks, or what more?
© 2005 Sorn Skald
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