A Dead Volva's Prophecy
Petty Fools
The god-kings sleep, dreams of
Power, magic; Torn veil,
Their watch denied; A ring
Of hiding, a clasp of
Silver, the Norns defied.
A mortal elder, worlds
Tremble; a book written,
A magical world, or
Where grinning vultures reign.
Man but a child, made flesh
With eternal bones; Thou
Deny him? Olympus?
Jupiter? Enlil? Ra?
Cernunnos? Arinna?
Wiraqucha? Mithra?
Powers of wind, fire and
Earth; Of ancient gray Rock,
Of lightning; Avail you not.
Fie! All you gods, mind thy
Warning; A path faltered,
A child angered; A rage
Born; of love and despair.
Thy world is dust! Of Fire,
Ice, or Death! Or a world
Of light, if so desired!
Harken! Petty gods! Petty fools.
A wolf wind...
- Unfinished Prophecy of a Mad Volva.
Dokkalfr Mountains.
Volva - Norse. A seeress.