Below-Zero

As Hel comes, we greet Grand Mother 

By Biting Frost: I greet older brothers. 

Huldra hands: a Leshen tanto. 

Ullr tongue: at point below zero. 

White Raven perched, 

Stretching back on willows drawn 

Harrowed hands grip muddied fields 

By the piercing skies that the forests fall from. 

Rump pa-pa--pum: in an arrow-cloud, 

A thump -a- pum--pum: another one struck down. 

Distant ferried screams, cold floorboards rouse, 

Young fragile souls who cling 

To the ashen poundings by old man's child. 

Blotted by artic scene 

Viewed: in the round, 

Descending arrowed teeth 

Amphoric beast.. 

A Little Red will spout. 

The Woodsman and their screams, 

Touted in the old writings of allusion 

Muspel Slíðr spear, 

Under Corvidae und Ursa. 

Ignorance knells the fleeting. 

Troika cedars pull, 

an age of yesterday 

Consumed in the misting east spiked apple mull. 

A Yeti with the ink 

Making a mountain out of yew, 

As solstice sucks the yawning void 

Turning red from green to blue. 

Ne'er the rime ov the thawing 

Where Heimdall holds the old Hadrian line 

The walls of thunder crowding, a ladder of bodies piling.