Red Cock and Bloody Hound

A red cock crows,

A bloody hound howls,

Their mistress awakes at dawn,

Comely is she,

A gorgeous bride,

When viewed from one side,

But turning around,

A hideous face,

Like a corpse that has rotted through,

Up she rises,

From the bed,

That is called by the name of Disease,

Through the Gleaming Bale,

She rises and stretches,

And dresses to meet the throng,

On her hip she straps,

Great Famine her knife,

And through the halls of Sleet-Cold she walks,

The people they rise,

And the gods there asleep,

And each takes up a great sword,

The the threshold they go,

The Pit of Stumbling,

And follow their mistress's call.

The time has come,

The dead arise,

And march along the Hel-Way.

~Muninn's Kiss, December 7, 2013

Riddle of the Tree

Riddle of the Tree
By Muninn’s Kiss

What is the World Tree?
What is the Axis Mundi?
What is Yggdrasil?
What is Ygg's Steed?
What is Odin's Steed?
What is Sleipnir?
What stands at the Centre of the World?
What bridges worlds?
What is the rainbow bridge?
What is Bifrost?
Where is the Centre of the Compass?
Where is the Circumference?
Who am I?

Muninn’s Laughter, Muninn Slaughter

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Muninn’s Laughter, Muninn Slaughter
By Muninn’s Kiss

Muninn’s laughter,
Muninn slaughter,
Across the battlefield.

I hear the call,
It sounds like laughter,
Laughing at the dead.

Odin rides,
Above the battle,
Looking for the dead.

Eight legs spinning,
Horse or tree,
Before the Wild Hunt.

Freyja rides,
Amongst the dead,
Her cats they pull before.

The valkyries prowl,
Amongst the slain,
And divide then for the gods.

Muninn laughs,
And Huginn cackles,
For today the feast is large.

Three Figures Stand in Silence

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Three Figures Stand in Silence
By Muninn’s Kiss

Three figures stand in silence,
Looking out to space.
Their hoods hide them from me,
But I’m naked before their eyes.

The Moirae in their white robes,
Cold and uncaring.
They stand and speak the future,
And I am bound by them.

Erinyes draped in serpents,
Blood dripping from their eyes.
Their fury flows out toward me,
I bow before their wrath.

The three Laimas stand before me,
My life is in their hands.
They speak what will happen,
And I listen to their will.

The Norns draw forth water,
And pour it on the roots.
They weave the weird around me,
They pull me where I go.

Fate she stands before me,
She holds me in her hands,
I move to overcome her,
And find the one true Graal.