Herakles is my muscle
Athena my tarnhelm
Odin will always be my Spear.
Your face as Beatrice
My life as of my cross
To traverse all points gather.
Yet in time nothing but a traveler
Yet somehow i see nothing but the tail of that Leviathan.
Of what Proportion must i take,
Do i have to storm your castle with my horse,
Or shall i take as Paris took Helen with Apollo at my side
Steal a kiss
And you to take my life
As in ease to Nostradamus’ quatrain and be foretold
As to be a seer
Within and without nothing left unseen.
O mighty pen of Shakes please partakes this and shall be eaten
By the crows of time
As My Hugnin flies
My Mugnin shall remain with freki and greki that i feed daily.
Mighty Sleipnirr to me
Lets ride the day
And hunt for Skol and Hati to drive