Wyrd

«Wyrd bið ful aræd»

(The Wanderer, VI sec.)

 

In freezing ice-caves,

plunged into spirals of eternal mists,

they don’t consider, nor do they ask,

those who weave.

Yet, there still is the choice,

everlasting struggle for subsistence,

what I am leads to what I’ll be

and what I’ll be draws what I am.

 

The wheel turns with every step,

yarn of ethereal thickness,

every turn is spooled

suffering cold and fair ordeal.

 

When one enwines with many

-no longer blind and deaf �" advancing

in the relentless deathly journey

towards the supreme ring giver.

Brethren come back on their shields

from the desperate chevauchee,

always weaklings, cravens maybe,

but surely clouded in lustshrouds.

Reviews

[Eile MacIntyre]

'What I am leads to what I'll be
And what I'll be draws what I am."

I must say that it pure genius. Love The Wanderer quote by the way. :)

[Francesco Vitellini]

Thanks for reading it, Eile ;)