Seeking Odr

 by Ember Cooke

Fire and tears, salt sea and memories
of golden years that sing to the stars.
Mardoll flies on wings of a falcon through
stormy skies, to find Her love.

Chorus:
“You are lost, I am found
Well and Tree and Nornir cry
Love and reason, come unwound
And know not why.”

“You are free, I am bound
To a wand’ring spirit’s side
Grave or grieve, on holy ground
I abide.”

Well of Wyrd, He swung like a sailor
for nine long nights, entwined with the Tree.
Bleeding, bound, He sought as a Seidhmadhr
mysteries no other could see.

She returned to loose ropes and promises
broken by a fate unknown.
None could name the man left before Her,
and none could say where Odr had gone.

Chorus

Asgard rises, towering temples,
above the Tree, beyond the skies.
Frigga sighs, but says not a word to Her.
Heimdall frowns as Mardoll cries.

Vanaheim, the heart of Her people,
to Heide’s home the goddess goes.
“How could he be lost to Ginnungagap?”
Long They speak but no one knows.

Chorus

Nifflheim the northern mountains,
on Skadhi’s hold as Horn She calls.
“Have you seen the man I call husband?”
but no such man had seen Her hall.

Jotunheim, the largest of lodgings,
by Giants made in eastern wilds.
Utgard Loki heard what had happened,
but knew no news for Hertha’s child.

Chorus

Ljosalfheim, to counsel with Alflord
The Lady goes, when wisdom fails.
“How shall I be merry without him?”
Her brother holds Her as She wails.

Svartalfheim, the mines of the Duergar,
Her crafty Dwarves may have what She needs.
“No device can measure your grieving
But Hella’s halls have heard your deeds.”

Chorus

Beneath the tree, the land of the Ancestors,
Mardoll seeks the Lady Hel,
Loki’s daughter, Queen of the underworld.
If Odr died, She’d know well.

Hella sympathized with the Vanadis,
“Golden tears you’ve cried so long.
You’ve the right to choose from the fallen,
But none can choose a spirit flown.”

“You are found, he is lost.
You must let the madness fall.
Pain abounds, and wisdom’s cost
Comes to us all.”

“He is bound, you are free,
though your tears may leave you blind.
Yet his name and legacy
are left behind.”

Fire and tears, salt sea and memories
of golden years that sing to the stars.
Mardoll flies on wings of a falcon through
stormy skies, to mourn Her love…