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Utgard Online Magazine of the Northern Tradition is ©1998-2009 Skergard

Issue #5 June 1999-5102

A Poem
by Erik

Wait, what is that sound?
Someone speaks from way, way down.
The words are ancient and rich as gold,
Listen to them well, for they come from Holde.

Hear them, Her words are wise.
They speak of prophecy, and others demise.
The wisdom She speaks is quite Tru,
The way of Holde lies within you.

She says all good people will one day be rewarded.
Holde is just and should not be retorted.
I work hard and am always blessed with something,
But for all the lazy people, they get nothing.

Weak, timid, strong, truthful and vain,
They are all, and all the same.
What! what's that you say?
heading Her words are not your way.

You are nothing and your mind unclean.
The Vanir and Aesir are not so mean.
They are quite forgiving as it is said,
But do not blame me when they ask for your head!

© 1993-1999 Erik Nunley

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