Comrades
Alone I stand
On a hill of the Gods,
The pain of loss in my heart seared
With thoughts of holy comrades
Of those too far to touch.
Alone I stand,
Sword in hand held high.
A call to mighty Odin ..hael';
The response a raven's human wail.
And each I call my comrades names
Of those too far to touch.
Alone I stand
In the New Forest glades,
Mead horm full, signed and ready,
A drink to my gods and comrades, sweet, warm and heady.
Would I but to clasp the hands
Of those too far to touch.
Alone I stand,
Cloak wrapped against the chill,
The bite of a wind from Asgard sent,
As in my heart a wound is rent.
My comrades call can heal the gouge;
My comrades too far to touch.