The Disclaimer: I am not now, nor have I ever been, a member of any Asatru or Heathen group. I do not identify as Asatru or Heathen. I am a northern-tradition Pagan, which is a religious tradition that is reconstructionist-derived, rather than a reconstructionist tradition such as Asatru and/or Heathenry. The views espoused in these pages may or may not reflect the views of most Asatru and/or Heathen people or religious groups. They are derived from the personal gnosis of myself and other people whom I trust and respect. I do not claim that they are provable by academic sources, nor that they are anything other than what I say they are. Read at your own risk.
Song for a Dark Goddess (Hel's Song)
(I wrote this for my patron goddess after I bled to death, and She took me apart and put me back together again, and I woke up still alive ... but changed.)
Dark as the womb, as the night, as the cave,
Peace like the tomb and the deep open grave
And you wonder how much of your Self will be saved
When your soul goes under her knife....
Black-armored maiden, the nightmare her steed,
Mother of madness and mother of need,
Cold woman stands watching while slowly you bleed,
Weaves fate from the stuff of your life....
Chorus:
Her garden the graveyard, her passion the storm,
Her love is as deep as the void without form,
Her kiss is the taste of sweet blood on the knife
For out of the darkness comes Life....
If you have grown twisted with fear or with hate
She'll break you and break you until you grow straight;
You'll choose or be chosen, the mark of your fate,
You'll freeze till you find your own warmth....
So weep as the NightHag takes you for a ride,
You don't really need the things She casts aside,
Stripped to the core, tumble out on the tide,
And cry like a babe being born....
Chorus:
Her garden the graveyard, her passion the storm,
Her love is as deep as the void without form,
Her kiss is the taste of sweet blood on the knife
For out of the darkness comes Life....
...life, life, still alive, still alive...
And then you break free and the knots are undone,
And then you take breath and take joy in each one,
And then you break Earth and reach up for the Sun
And out of your darkness comes Life....
Chorus:
Her garden the graveyard, her passion the storm,
Her love is as deep as the void without form,
Her kiss is the taste of sweet blood on the knife
For out of the darkness comes Life....
Dark as the womb, as the night, as the cave,
Peace like the tomb and the deep open grave
And you wonder how much of your Self will be saved
When your soul goes under her knife....
Raven Kaldera
cauldronfarm@hotmail.com
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