(after C. M. van den Heever)
It's winter and the wind howls crying through the trees in the night,
no one knows what is hidden and everything is out of sight
and angry is the night-sky where everything flees why the sky burn
but out of the aeons legends come alive and the heroes do return:
on such a night Thor did travel and his glowing hammer was in flight,
the great German did go and stand against the portals of hell
when hellish flames in the whole country fell
Odin went out against the onslaught in all of his might,
no one knows what is hidden and everything is out of sight.
[Reference:"Verlange"(Longing)by C. M. van den Heever.]
© Gert Strydom
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