Wotan’s Plea

A Folkish poem by Karlotta Imrichova

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Wotan’s Plea odin 2

God of wisdom and of war
Gave us the runes and sired Thor
His ravens o’er Midgard fly
Watching us from Asgard’s skies

Great warriors in death are called
To feast with him in his great hall
The Folk worldwide, his sons and daughters
Give respect our Allfather

But from his eye there falls a tear
For the fate that looms so near
The warriors have lost their might
His children have no will to fight

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The Folk have clearly lost their way  odin_by_unripehamadryad-d62j18b.jpg
And though the threat is clear as day
Our people hide their heads in sand
Lacking courage to take a stand

Where are the genes we did inherit
From the mighty men of merit?
Blood of Vikings in my veins flows
But, in my kinfolk… I do not know

Weakness and cowardice they portray
Their own ancestors they now betray
Perhaps they are in too much shock
To see that this is Ragnarok

We must unite, and we must fight
Or usher in our own twilight
For our children’s sake Wotan implores
The Folk must stand, and we must roar!

©Karlotta Imrichova, 2016

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