WHO BE THE GOD OF POETRY?

Who be the god of poetry?
NOrse Mythology long ago
In a cave where stalactites
Hung in such glory and all aglow
The son of ODIN and gunlods
His eloquence was fine
He played a golden harp
And sang and his words were just divine

Everywhere was magickal
Gemstones one could see
The dwarfs had placed him in a boat
And cast him on the sea
Through the subterranean darkness
To Nain or so they say
At that point he sat up
And took his harp and He did play

His dulcet tones entered the bones
It was where they did belong
Moving hearts and souls to tears
And so he travelled through the years
With eloquence and rhyming
A patron he became
Of bards and skalds
And faery folk
Really his claim to fame

Gold runes filled his so white beard
And the ringlets of his hair
Bragi was spellbingingly
Silver tongued and aware
Articulate beyond his age
With the crispest oratory
His poems they provided light
Firvthose who couldnt see

Beyond the darkness and into
The very souls of man
His countenance progressive
It had always been his plan
To use his words and couplets
And the music from his lyre
To create unlaboured rhythm
And of course such boundless fire