Yggdrasil
Huginn and Muninn, the ravens return,
thought and memory
perch on your doorstep.
Their silent counsel: it cannot be done
as it has always been done.
The branches are strong
and will hold the weight of sacrifice.
The Norns see all, say nothing.
They know Odin’s eye is hidden
as the tree knows your name,
written in marrow,
as the leaves whisper tales of death
and remind you: traitors hang
head to the ground.