Forgotten Ground Regained

Yggr

Not myself, the serpent-wyrmWrapped in my roots, wreathed in doubt,Gnawing at times. Nor the eagleRoosting, taloned, top of my head,
Causing winds with crashing wings.Nor the rodent racing between,Blistering squirrel, squirming with newsTo rouse them both to bloody agitation.
Nor cover of mud, cast by othersTo mend the rents made by harts:Noble they may be, but near to killing me,They, in hunger, hurt and expose.
Saved by the sisters, sat at their well:They spin ‘becoming’, spoil the plansOf the eaters at edges. Urd, Verdandi,And scowling Sculd, scare up a future.
And then there is one who wants to know,Rides me, speared, speaks to me,Learns my language. Look to him!Known, I stand; nothing will shake me.
Editor's Note: In Norse mythology, "Yggr" is one of the names for the god Odin, meaning "terror" or "the Terrible One"..
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