The PhoenixI was born on a dark wave
On a drunken moon With a lions mane At a crossroads of fire Jinxed with riddles Waiting for a name Caught upon a crucifix A grand cross Falling from my feet A screaming soul Flying from heavens gate Seared in astral heat Snakes and ravens Hissed and whispered 'Hes fallen from the stars' Collapsing From the infinite To be in mothers arms Hexed and broken Even before The gasping breath Before death was life Now fallen Life was death The jackals murmured 'Get used to this' Your turn upon the wheel It creaks and moans Compounding souls Crushed under the heal You wont forget The time you spent With those who walked before In fields of stones Ancestors bones Before they closed the door This cross you bare Will bare the weight Of everyone you've known Will weigh you down And smash your will Upon the anvils stone And broken You will rise again The phoenix from the flame And burn the lie's That bought you here Again, again, again Your wings will sprout And open wide Your heart becomes the cup Of alchemy And dragons tails On scales that lift you up The sorcery By which your made Will lift you to your seat A throne Of gold and mystery With worlds beneath your feet And arms that crushed The will to live Now open to the skies And heavens fire Descends to earth And burns within your eyes Awake, awake We call your name Summoned from the pain So everything That burns away Is left with just your name Now wide awake The worlds collide And burst into the sun Everything Was made this way To answer this question Now riddles rhymned This games complete The jackals step aside Into the light For which we seek And for ever will abide Hail OdinOdin's Quest after the Runes I trow I hung on that windy Tree nine whole days and nights. Stabbed with a spear, offered to thee, myself to mine own self given. High on that Tree of which none hath heard from what roots it rises to heaven. None refreshed me ever with food or drink, I peered right down in the deep, crying aloud I lifted the Runes, then back I fell from sleep. Nine mighty songs I learned from the great son of Bale-thorn, Bestla's sire; I drank a measure of the wondrous Mead, with the Soulstirrer's drops I was showered. Ere long I bare fruit, and throve full well, I grew and waxed in wisdom; Word following word, I found me words, deed following deed, I wrought them. Hidden Runes shalt thou seek and interpreted signs, many symbols of might and power. By the great Singer painted, by the high Powers fashioned, graved by the Utterer of gods. For gods graved Odin, for elves graved Daïn, Dvalin the Dallier for dwarfs. All-wise for Jötuns, and I, of myself, graved some for the sons of men. Dost know how to write, dost know how to read, dost know how to paint, dost know how to prove. Dost know how to ask, dost know how to offer, dost know how to send, dost know how to spend? Better ask for too little than offer too much, like the gift should be as the boon; Better not to send than to overspend. ........ Thus Odin graved ere the world began; Then he rose from the deep, and came once again. {Hávamál - Sæmund's Edda, A small section fromThe Mythological Poem, edited and translated by Olive Bray}
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