Gandalf Greyhame, Armed with enchanted Elvish wand-staff, Glowing Glamdring king-blade, And wisest wits of wizard-kind. Mithrandir, wanderer on […]
This poem is an addition to Níu Heimar and will appear as part of that poem if and when […]
Níu Heimar, Nine homes,
Nine Worlds the Universe is made.
Through the center Yggdrasil,
The cosmic backbone grows.
At the start there was only
And the gap in between
Muspelheim, home of world wrecker
Surtr and his Eldjötnar,
Fire giants living in volcanic furnaces
Waiting to break Bifröst to bits.
Icy Niflheim, mist-home,
World of dim darkness and fog
Bountiful bubbling spring
—filled by dew drops from the rack
of EikÞyrnir, Valhallan stag—
Where lives Níðhǫggr malice-striker;
From where Elivágar flows,
Feeding the rivers of the worlds.
Three cocks crow, echoing from Asgard, Jötunheimr, and Hel. Yggdrasil shudders its ashen roots, The world worm writhes […]
Twas around the Winter solstice When we passed Álfheim’s gate. Golden glowing Elven lords salute, We resign ourselves […]