Odin's Farewell

Half-eyed, I see even bright day dimmed to thin dusk. Time and tides wind my life around and around the paths of fire, the screen of rain. I walk through water-splotches, stumble over red rocks under blue-sky glimmer. Here is the Great Sea. That much earth-craft I know. Huge gray rocks jut from the Sea. Morning mist pours over them. A lone horse walks slowly across the sands, toward me. Years of fire unreeled a wide slue of stars, heavenly whorl I watched, soon grew to worship... In all weather I wait in wonder. I hung forward from the Great Ash Tree from day-red to night-black. I know the holy beginning-work. The Great Ash Tree is a huge spear driven through the hearts of the three worlds. I grabbed the runes myself. Two ravens warn me daily, my World's midnight will be the work of fire and rain, This is Wyrd, it cannot be stopped. The runes only whisper. How can that half-speech help? How can I swell it to whole speech? Beast against God, each is doomed in strife. All strength spent Only love is left below to build the worlds again. Earthlings, man and woman, lift the fire from within.