By James Wise The World Tree is sticky with blood and only some of it is mine. Climbing up and climbing down, hungry to know and learn and master, I am stained with it, taste it on my tongue as it mixes with Loki’s moist fiery spit. My hands struggle to grip the branches and there is always the chance of falling. I know very well that even gods can die. I’ve been there and will be there again. And again and again and again. Good! Life should be an extreme sport and even a god should have to hunt for his food. 8/7/2011 | AuthorGalina Krasskova is a Heathen author and devotee of Odin, Loki, and Sigyn. This page is an online shrine to Odin. ArchivesMay 2013 CategoriesAll |
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