So next time you think you make a living in a shitty way, think of the poor hippo rectum leech. XD
A Gift to OdinI have to mind the son of a worm,A Gift to Odin by Ormspryde
Ormson by name and nature,
He was by duty a farer-forth,
And oft fared he to the lands of the dead.
Devoted to the ways of Odin was he,
To the Old Man's secret crafts,
And oft he did feel on the back of his neck
The cold hand of Ygg himself.
This worm-man did feel one day,
The call, the summoning of Geigudhr
That touch, that call in his mind,
That bid him join the Hanged-God.
And so this son of the orms fared forth,
Wending his way through the worlds,
Seeking the paths once shown him by Odin
And at last he found the Old Man.
There lay Victory-Father, stone-cold,
Laid low by death, whom none may escape,
His cunning mind entrapped, yet quick,
Though his corpse lay unmoving.
Ormson came to the Hanged-God
Knelt he on the funeral stone,
No way to fare, but his warmth to share,
To bring Allfather home.
Cold was the chamber, but the heat of the living
Began to bring life where once there was none
Warmth seeped into veins long-frozen,
And breath at last began
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