Tuesday, 11 February 2020

The World's Not Going to Just Save Itself, Dear.




Odin has many names. 
He is The All-Father, The Lord of The Slain, The Gallows God. 
He is The God of Cargoes and of Prisoners. 
He is called Grimnir and Third. 
He has different names in every country (for he is worshipped in different forms and in many tongues, but it is always Odin they worship).

He travels from place to place in disguise, to see The World as people see it. 
When he walks among us, he does so as a tall man, wearing a cloak and hat.

Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust,
Either pull the damned thing out again to use properly this time,
Or else, it may as well just  rust.


 Which it already is - started to, at least. And it will.
With exponential rapidity of pace, left to itself, 
 If left unclaimed and untended. 
 Because Rust Never Sleeps. 
Our Fathers Do. Infants Do. 
You and I Do. Titans Sleep. 
The Elder Gods of World's Before This One Sleep. 
Mytho-Historic Hunter-Warrior Heroes needed to Even The King needs his sleep. 

 Rust NEVER Sleeps




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