Sun-bleached Bones

Lucifer, myself to my Self
I pray.
Peel back my skin, flesh pulled aside,
Bleach these bones,
to a Hallowed white,
The Fair One I am,
We are One, and the same.
Hel hold me, as the Seer sings
to my Strength,
as the Winds steal the last vestiges of comfort and familiarity.
As Death embraces this Hallowed and Fated corpse,
you shall know me as an Other,
as Ol’ Grim, the Dark One,
as the Devil who plays a merry tune;
Lose yourself and dance with me,
amongst your Shadows unacknowledged.
We are not going anywhere…

Flags, Flax & Fodder,

Ulric “Gestumblindi” Goding
Níwe Dæg – Níwe Léoht – Níwe Hopan

"Odin's Last Words to Baldr" by W.G. Collingwood (1908)

“Odin’s Last Words to Baldr” by W.G. Collingwood (1908)

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2 Responses

  1. Astarte says:

    You write so beautifully, thank you for these gifts

    • Gestumblindi says:

      Thank you Astarte for your kind words.

      Though I must thank the muse, upon losing myself, when I hear the grass grow and the clouds converse about their current course, it is then when Her voice echoes in the cave of my heart. One mustn’t be as a Dragon and hoard such treasure, but draw the gold forth for the community to benefit.

      Flags, Flax and Fodder,

      Ulric “Gestumblindi” Goding

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