RedRavenPoems

I am a seeker of knowledge. A collector of stories and tales. I gather them all, hold them close, and then I share of my wares.

I’ve traveled the stars, across all the planes, seeking the words that few have heard, things that take me to other worlds.

I’ve traveled to asgard, straight to odins hall, there I learned of the runes and the suffering he endured. 

Of the pain and offerings he had to make, to take them into his embrace.

Of the pain he felt as he pierced his side, and hung himself from the great ash. Nine days nine nights, close unto death. 

Of when his own eye he plucked from his skull, tossed into mimirs well, for to drink was his goal. 

Of the time he sought after the mead, that made him speak words of wisdom if you please.  

I’ve traveled on and traveled far. For on written word I can shoot across the stars. 

I’ve been to the depths of the bottomless seas. I’ve climbed mountains, seen forests of golden leaves.

I’ve dined with the elves in their forest homes. I’ve feasted with dwarfs sitting on their gilded thrones.

I’ve learned of healing, life and death. I’ve seen great plagues, which left lands bereft.

I’ve walked in the summer lands learning of their tales. I’ve dug up crypts and heard sirens wail.

Tasted the madness of dragons in the wild. Outran the fires that burn, and ghouls so reviled.

Spoken with mystics, shamans of old. Learned from the druids, secretive yet bold.  Swam with the merpeople, beneath the golden sea. Seen the end of worlds, and the beginnings that must be.

All this work I hold in my heart. Least it be lost, in shall do my little part.