I can hear your paws grab the earth, your hooves strike the ground
I can smell your fur, your excitement as you all are bidden on
I can taste your fury, the adrenaline on the wind
I can feel your gait, your strides as you seek
I can see your numbers, your countless multitudes that gallop and run
I know your call, your howling, trumpeting, shrieking mass that calls me
The Wild Host calls! Wuotas Heer calls! The Wild Hunt calls!
kinfylgia
To My Ancestors
I can hear your songs in my bones
Shaking through the centuries
You rattle around my neck
The ox-bone bouncing on my breast
You slide through my fingers
I softly whisper words
You answer my prayers
I live, love, and learn
You shape me each day
Your sure hands, stern hands, skilled hands
Ancestors who shape the Ancestors to come
With wit and will, wisdom and worth
Praise to You Who dwell deep
In blood and bone, spirit, song, and soul
Sarenth Odinsson 