Page 43 of Odin's Murder
My brother whispers, “What is going on? What did—” but I shush him.
Faye’s voice is light, but steady.
“Father Odin of many names
Who we call the Weather-Master
Kept ravens as his eyes,
To whisper the doings of men
While riding on his shoulder.
Thought flew so high and far
Odin feared Huginn would be lost
But Memory was more dear,
And he kept Muninn closer.
War soared above the wolve
s,
Hungry and Greedy for battle
And Magic followed after
Riding the eight-legged steed
Odin Soul-Reaper named Sleipnir.
They heralded the spirits of the slain
And dreamt of those yet fallen,
But their vision was not strong
And the ravens sought a sister.
So King Odin of many shapes
Who we call the Grey Wanderer
Drew on a cloak of night
And courted the witch Mimir
Whose well of knowledge flowed
With secrets of ever after.
Odin All-Father left his eye
In base of the fountain,
For Wisdom has a price.
