Baldur

Baldur

Hail to the bringer of light

To the son of Hlidskjalf

To the harbinger of Ragnarok.

Hail to Bright Baldur! Born in love,

Who was killed by blindness

And who shall rise from Hel again!

For the beloved of Breidablik

Where no baneful Runes did dwell

Was troubled with visions dire.

To his mother, the wise Frigga he sought

Who’s fate of all men she could see.

Rode his father to the Eastern Gates of Hel

He sought counsel with the Volva

In Hel-blight wind did she sing

Of consequence and death

Of war and devastation

And yet, a coming rebirth again.

But fate did the Gods fight

And Frigga did journey

To gain oath from all living things

That they would never harm bright Baldur.

Yet, mistletoe did she overlook

And it was Loki who took

This knowledge with revenge in his heart.

With stave Loki pressed

In the hand of blind Hodr

And in all innocence

At his brother, the stave flew.

To the shock of the Gods

And the glee of all baneful

Blind Hodr, his brother did slew.

And all the world fell silent

As his soul slid to Hel.

For Great Frigga’s heart was breaking

And no God knew of gladness that day.

For all people wept

And fire did weep

The very stones wept

Yet Thokk did not weep

So Hel kept her prize until the day

That Ragnarok opens her womb once more.

And in vengeance, Odin bore Vali

Who in one day born, slew Hodr

And all the Gods did go to honor the Dead.

For adorned in Hringhorni, did lay the Body of Baldur

Wreathed with the gifts of the Gods.

For around him lay garlands of Asgard’s weeping flowers

And poor Nana who in grief did she die.

And beside him lay Draupnir

Which every 9 days, drips 8 more golden rings to delight.

And about him the bones of the Giant Litr

Who in flame and fury did Thorr slay

And with great weight, an unmoving ship

That only Hyrokken could move out of the quay.

With bright flame, Baldur’s pyre sang high

A light that still lingers in the hearts of man.

And on Sunna’s return, do we honor his plight

And pray for his blessed return

For one day, when the cycle of the Gods is ended

And Ragnarok lay siege at our door

After the fires of wars do settle

Great Gladsheimer shall rise

And Baldur will walk amongst men once more.

For that day do we honor

In frith and good tidings

With honor we give to our Gods.

And the Solstice fires keep burning

In honor of Bright Baldur’s pyre

While men honor his spirit in heart.

- Christina Marvel

“Phol ende uuodan uuorun zi holza.
du uuart demo balderes uolon sin uuoz birenkit.
thu biguol en sinthgunt, sunna era suister;
thu biguol en friia, uolla era suister;
thu biguol en uuodan, so he uuola conda:
sose benrenki, sose bluotrenki, sose lidirenki:
ben zi bena, bluot si bluoda,
lid zi geliden, sose gelimida sin!"

- Merseberg Incantation