295. Realm Of Gold
Shining, Bifrost reaches out to heaven like a helping hand.
Burning forever bright with flames that dance to a cosmic beat,
It is the doorway between one holy domain, and eight worlds.
Where the rainbow bridge ends stands a gate made of pure gold,
And beside this gate stands forever on guard the stoic White God.
With eyes that see everything, and sensitive ears that miss nothing,
It is Heimdall who grants entrance, or turns the undeserving away.
Roads paved with gold cobblestones radiate out from Asgard's gate,
They lead past crystalline mountains that reach up into the heavens.
A thousand stars shine through these majestic prismatic heights,
Bending the light, and bathing the realm in a many colored splendor.
Each golden road reaches out, and points like a guiding finger,
Showing the weary traveler the way to the great halls of the Gods.
Head east and discover Breidablik, a beautiful and untainted land,
Shining Balder lives in the land where nothing exists that is impure.
Choose to travel west and you will come to an enchanted realm,
Here, where the purest streams gently flow into crystal clear lakes,
Joyful sounds of children playing in fields of flowers can be heard,
For this is where Fensalir, the esteemed hall of Mother Frigga stands.
Follow the road north and you will come to the land of Thrudvangar,
A realm struck by flashes of lightning, and the loud boom of thunder.
Here is erected the largest of all the structures in the golden realm,
The Almighty Thor rules from his immense hall aptly named Bilskirnir.
If you dare, then continue your journey to the very end of Asgard,
There, where the heavens and the Asgardian world blend into one,
You will see the golden spires of the greatest hall in the nine worlds,
For here at the very edge of the golden realm sits Odin on Hlidskjalf.
- Glenn Bergen, ( Ravensheart ), © Copyright, 2014.