217. Blood Of My Blood
Placed candles round its edge, lit them one by one.
Blessed a sharp knife, cut her hand down the middle,
Allowed the blood to drip on the mound, and soak into the soil.
" Rise ancient witch ! For it is I,Thordis, who command you !
Awaken from your cursed tomb, where for years you've slept.
Appear before the living, show me your long dead image,
Shake the dew from your limbs, scrape off the years of mold."
" Put away the years of anger, and leave your hate behind,
Let the gentle breeze slowly take away your constant sorrow.
Allow the early spring rains to wash away a millennium of pain,
And Mighty Sunna will burn off the scars your fate has left you."
" Come stand by the ancient oak tree by the side of your grave,
That was but an acorn when you were commended to the earth.
Tell me stories from the past, and answer questions that I ask,
You have not been forgotten, for you are blood of my blood ! "
- Glenn Bergen, ( Ravensheart ), © Copyright, 2014.