ninessential

Worlds stand

Worlds grow

In the everything, everything on its own

In the bright sun light

In the night moon shine.

Fogs must be heavy now –

I cannot see your splendor lately,

I feel no connection 

Not the rest of the Nine,

Essential, as in crown and roots,

I see only Midgard,

With all of its filth

And flowers don’t smell today.

Care in my mind

Rusts my spirit.

Send me a beam to see truer,

A lightning to know you still stand strong,

To hear Yggdrasil’s might branches 

That carry all

And wave loudly in the storm wind.

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image by (c) Antonarchus

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