Poems for the long winter nights

Prologue

Old these stories are.

Older than you think.

So jump on your sleep drakkar

and try not to blink.

When the nights are long

and when frost bites your feet

return where you belong

to the deep, deep sleep.

When pain, grief or boredom your body corrupts

come here with a tea and blanket

then any poem this torment interupts

cuddle a bit with your tea and start to drink it.

You will hear heroic deeds of nords

tales of the witches and the gods

that fate is knited by norns

and the moon and sun are chased by dogs.

You will encounter the old myths and stories

so make yourself a comfort place

and scare away all worries

'cause you will look glory straight into the face.

For me the time is short.

So i am leaving you now.

But you will find me on the other port,

oh you will be satisfied, and how.