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.