Yeah, I know there are better poets than me on here, but I was tired, and so I wrote this. Given my current state, dunno if this even makes sense, but here it is:
Hugin and Munin
Hugin
One Raven flies from the North.
Swifter than the stream, he cries:
"I am the dancing dream,
The emissary of the Mind.
I stir hands to build halls;
To forge thrones and burn thorns.
My wisdom uncovers the unknown.
I am Hugin – I am Thought."
Munin
One Raven flew from the North.
Swifter than the stream, he dies.
And now speaks another bird,
Sitting beneath darkened boughs:
"I am the Shadow, all that remains.
The emissary of the Lost.
I build halls to stir hands;
To forge dreams and burn despair.
My wisdom is all that remembers.
I am Munin – I am Memory."
Okay, reading back through them, I'm pretty sure I must be too tired to write comprehensible poetry right now.
(I swear I'm not smoking anything! jk) Any thoughts? Is it even comprehensible?