Valfather
Weapons swelled the
wound-tide full;
That sea of blood now
soaks the earth,
And ravens feast on flotsam
red,
The
wrack and wreckage of men.
Fading sight with
shadow fills ;
A grey horse glides through twilight's
gate :
The age-old drumbeat of
eight-fold hoofsteps
Echoes
across the strand.
In Wodan's hall the
wolves grow restive-
They prowl, and pace, and
prick their ears-
The horns are filled, the
feast is laid-
Still
they watch and wait-
'Til a flash of grey in
the fields is glimpsed,
And a stallion's whinney rattles
the walls,
And eight-fold hoofsteps, hastening
onward,
Carry
the hero
home.