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Walpurgis Night
poetry [ ]
Walpurgisnacht, Valborgsmässoafton, Vapunaatto, Volbriöö

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by [stradymarius ]

2008-03-15  |     | 



Walpurgis Night

One flake has died last night, the second one appears;
I see across my sight, just loss of winter … dear

Under my feet the soil burned and water flew;
my heart was hit by dreadful drops some time she knew

The trees upon my head sent poisoned twigs and warm
their flesh, which rapidly killed the coldest fear

Wolves that roar in darkness will quake entire nature,
though ghosts got stir in night by dancing witches’ venture

The dead embrace the living, bonfires are prepared –
through veins, the dark is bleeding and all the souls are scared

Straight to the hill I follow the grass tied up surreal,
which humps the tracks that swallow our souls which cannot deal

Just there, beneath the stronghold, we all have reached with thousands;
and smoke unfold the secret moon in our barely hands

The pagan rites discovered the ecstasy, the fly
of good has broadened across the universe away

Runes retrieved by Odin will sent us in dimensions
of time and space, within some infinite vibrations

The Brocken Mountain sleeps, inside his spectre shadows
of mystic gods were moved in caves, by foggy meadows

The day when Adolf’s death brought fear, he prepared
from dimness world the demons … strongly felt unfair

We have met together and all started to sing
about Walpurga Saint, about the wind of spring

The youngest will collect the greeneries and branches,
to make the fire hit into the sky in stances

The thousands masks and witches will follow straight the whispers,
that fell down wild in pieces from cosmic widespread triggers

The lavish table’s food, the silver cups; the mind away
that mixes – white wine with music … I felt inside today

They all spent blissful hours, and drank, and sang, and pray,
and jumped in ancient towers, ‘cause feelings won’t betray

But dawn in haste appears and perfect night will hide
her ropes inside our tears, that died perhaps in pride

The elder trees got flowers and breeze their scent has spread,
I pass above the birth of spring … leaving straight ahead!!!

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