Balder's Wake

By HeadpatSlut

Light shines less brilliant and mead’s taste seems bitter-
As mourners gather ‘round the Joyous One's death-pyre-
The Father of Forseti lies in everlasting silence-
As the venom of Treason’s bite burns in our blood-
His Ship of Dwarves, never again to be heard-
His glory never felt again-
The Daughter of Nep weeps woefully in the Council of the Raven God-
Broad Splendor is all rust from the tears of Gods and Men.

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Published on Wednesday, March 6, 2013. Filed under: "Structured" and "Poetry"

Author's Note:

Another recent Skaldic poem, I tried to throw some more kennings into the mix here, any thoughts?

Comments on "Balder's Wake"

On Wednesday, March 6, 2013, dwells (4177) wrote:

The Skalds were the savages who sometimes fought and lived amongst the Vikings as they visited foreign lands. But maybe a video game too (some of the lingo sounded in that genre). VERY INTERESTING...thanks DK6
A former member wrote: I find this poem powerful, though somber. The wording is well written, and I quite enjoyed reading this. I do hope you write more. -Ivette