Idunn’s Camp

Idunn’s Camp

blood red footprints,

from wiry women nude in snow

chips and chunks of stone,

from scarred men clad in furs

offal and excisions and clinking chains,

from cloaked horrors with faces strange

Idunn Byrnhild

Conqueror of blood and mistress of flame

Woman of action cut against grain

With cunning plans and cruelty in war

Orphans recall the day she came

With frozen blood-blade

And three tribes conquered

With will unswayed

And one goal westward

Bogomil

Daisies are pretty,

Daffies have style, 

Satisfaction is grim,

And so is your smile

Etlin

Forty claws break a coffin

Twenty wolves are moving strange

Hammerhead breaks the old pall

And a priest discovers the exchange

Isheild

no saddle belt or reigns

no compunction in his veins

deadly swinging axe

peccary-riding, attacks

Kurvas of Black Hill

I didn’t die when others fell

I cannot fall under your spell

I kept swimming, I broke free

Death holds no sway over me

Mathkael

Everyone in chains remembers the day

When hell marched in, and took them away

Crying slaves and a single man

With painful deaths and evil plans

Old Lpretia

How she dances

How she cries

How she razes

And twists and lies

A single figure

A speck beneath skies

The old woman curses

And seagulls reply

Otmar Singleinch

A single breath between the fates

A parting breath from fickle wind

A single inch from beyond the gates

And death’s face swims behind

Ourias the Dead

Long gone with chained gang

Grey and black and gaunt and thin

Full of fire and sin

Should have gone to hang

Ralf the Towering

“Snatching clouds” his family boasts,

“Snatching birds not even close”,

Slowly swaying in the breeze,

A towering figure comes through the trees,

Like ladders high and towers tall,

This man alighted like Heimdall

Razor Rozalia

Cuts, cuts everywhere

Vis and boneshards and clumps of hair

Slices tendons with blood like a spear

Inducing bleeding and inspiring fear

Runnared Turnstil

Hamburger turns and dripping blades

Lowlight coals and slaughtered knaves

making pieces move and wait

Hnefatafl choices to grace and save

Skilts-Shisha Needle

Slippery temple bloody mass

Placenta slicing menstrual glass

Razor sharp and full of vim

Let the praying now begin

Vinia

Sprawling vines

In red and white

Spirals and lines

Cast when she fights

Lasse

Rules of movement and plans of men

Deadly choices govern again

Magic twists and intertwines

And power comes from souls confined