Who be the god of poetry?
\nNOrse Mythology long ago
\nIn a cave where stalactites
\nHung in such glory and all aglow
\nThe son of ODIN and gunlods
\nHis eloquence was fine
\nHe played a golden harp
\nAnd sang and his words were just divine<\/p>\n
Everywhere was magickal
\nGemstones one could see
\nThe dwarfs had placed him in a boat
\nAnd cast him on the sea
\nThrough the subterranean darkness
\nTo Nain or so they say
\nAt that point he sat up
\nAnd took his harp and He did play<\/p>\n
His dulcet tones entered the bones
\nIt was where they did belong
\nMoving hearts and souls to tears
\nAnd so he travelled through the years
\nWith eloquence and rhyming
\nA patron he became
\nOf bards and skalds
\nAnd faery folk
\nReally his claim to fame<\/p>\n
Gold runes filled his so white beard
\nAnd the ringlets of his hair
\nBragi was spellbingingly
\nSilver tongued and aware
\nArticulate beyond his age
\nWith the crispest oratory
\nHis poems they provided light
\nFirvthose who couldnt see<\/p>\n
Beyond the darkness and into
\nThe very souls of man
\nHis countenance progressive
\nIt had always been his plan
\nTo use his words and couplets
\nAnd the music from his lyre
\nTo create unlaboured rhythm
\nAnd of course such boundless fire<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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 … Continue reading