With much surprise and pleasure, I came across a website dedicated to Ásatrú poetry. I had forgotten about this site, which is sad, because I have a couple of poems on the site. So, it is with much thanks to Michaela Macha of Odin’s Gift, that I present you with a poem I wrote some years ago, which I had believed lost forever due to a hard drive failure.

I Come To The Hall Of My Brothers I Come To The Hall Of My Brothers

I come to the hall of my brothers

Weary with sleep and spilt blood

Battle-worn, blade scarred

Hoisted upon my shield

Eagles watch my fate with hungry eyes

Ravens sing and wolves bay

There shall be a feast tonight

Honored dead greet great Val-father

Victorious, ravaged, hailed

Companions of Shield Maidens

I know one sacrifice yet to be made

That which is due the father of battle.