Father you came to save me

Here a beautiful poem about pagan gods

I am dead and broken
I chose to lay in coffin of my own words
Gaven up on this battle
I cry once last time

As grave taker dig my grave
The headstone has my name on it
And knew i was to died But still this body held life the feeling to want to died hang over our head

As i lay half dead in the coffin a raven came to bid me farewell
Then as grave taker began to close my coffin
A man with one eye missing , his armor, that sword
It’s like I’ve seen him before
I ask myself could that be father Odin

He look down at me and reach his hand
And pulled me up from the coffin
With the words he said live for me
In tears that came from my eyes
I nod and said in great sorrow I cannot live this pain is to much for me to bear
For fate is for me to died my heart is broken there are nothing to live for

He look into my eyes and in words he spoke
you are strong then you think may my son Thor give you the strength
And In this i ask of you live for me
His hand gently bush away my tears as his hand held mine

Then I felt alive once again as he walk off in fog and i run after him
Lost in fog i could not see him anymore
But just a raven that’s sits on tree
I knew who he was
in that i live for him
My father the god of all gods
Odin Odin Odin...
He came to save me form death itself

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[PaintedBirdy]

gorgeous writing. you may like Ásatrú, abbreviated from Ásatrúarfélagið. it's Odinistic. keep writing :)