Wriggling like maggots in dead Ymir' s flesh,
Risen by the Gods from up out of the earth,
They would have made almost anyone else wretch,
But the Gods saw promise and gave them rebirth.
The Aesir, from their judgement seats, gave them man's form,
By holy decree made the Dwarfs to understand,
Taught them how to make fire to keep themselves warm,
And gave them Svartalfheimr as their land.
The Dwarves were grateful, gladly returned the God's favor,
They became great craftsmen, started at the break of day,
In their duty to the Gods, the Dwarves would never waver,
Over hot coals they worked until dim Sunna' s last ray.
They made a boar with bristles, made of the purest of gold,
A spear for great Odin, that never missed when thrown,
A ship so wonderfully big, yet into a pocket it could fold,
For Thor an iron hammer, much stronger than stone.
In dark lands where Sunna' s light can hardly be found,
And in caves that have been bored out of solid rock,
Live these proud pale craftsmen, deep in the ground,
For these Dwarves were made from the Gods magical stock.
- Glenn Bergen, Copyright 2013.
Go with Odin's wisdom, Freyja's love and Thor's protection !