The Wild Hunt

A billowing thunderhead marches up the coast
Alive with power and chaos
Sleipnir leads the charge
With Odin beckoning the onrushing host.

We stand in awe as the host bears down on us
Ever changing, ever growing
Drawing power from our fears,
We are blanketed in darkness.

The rain hammers across our horizon
Brought close by the darkness,
Closing us in its folds,
An intimate embrace.

A brief flash, like a warning
A staccato drumbeat that raises the hackles
Then the maelstrom descends in earnest
Sweeping away all sense of self.

Blasts of light sear across the heavens
Picking out the facets of each raindrop
Each one an image unto itself
Like the tears of departed ancestors.

The world shakes
Dragons battle tooth and claw in the earth
Giants clash with ice and fire in the sky
Fear and awe contend to possess our souls.

The roots of all quake
Of earth
Of self
Of belief.

A primal event
Forever imprinted on our consciousness
A magnificent equinox gift
Hail Odin!

The Wild Hunt

Mjollnir

Joined January 2008

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Artist's Description

Without herald, on the Autumn equinox of 2008 we were treated to a storm that blew us away. The poem is a mere reflection of its glory.

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