birthing ghosts gather

magpies come hither

further forming

their rasping sound

turns into flapping wings

ravens sharpen their beaks

pierced by wailing winds

scorn

scattered seidr songs

Freyja whispers rune secrets

into Odins blind eye

and the Night Mares

move foamed as sea crust

white beard nautical compass

sea horses turn form

into storm

an eight footed giant

whispers

Sleipnir!

ÆSIR

VANIR

bring humanity back home

and the Night Mare

moved on