Odin's Murder

My brother whispers, “What is going on? What did—” but I shush him.

Faye’s voice is light, but steady.

“Father Odin of many names

Who we call the Weather-Master

Kept ravens as his eyes,

To whisper the doings of men

While riding on his shoulder.

Thought flew so high and far

Odin feared Huginn would be lost

But Memory was more dear,

And he kept Muninn closer.

War soared above the wolve

s,

Hungry and Greedy for battle

And Magic followed after

Riding the eight-legged steed

Odin Soul-Reaper named Sleipnir.

They heralded the spirits of the slain

And dreamt of those yet fallen,

But their vision was not strong

And the ravens sought a sister.

So King Odin of many shapes

Who we call the Grey Wanderer

Drew on a cloak of night

And courted the witch Mimir

Whose well of knowledge flowed

With secrets of ever after.

Odin All-Father left his eye

In base of the fountain,

For Wisdom has a price.