Of Words and Ravens - The Flight Of Sleipnir

There before the rising sun

In twilight ravens wings are drawn

Thought sent out to horizons edge

Memories of the words of men

-«With dusk brings the end of day, while the last fragments

Of light remain

Silhouettes disappear in growing night

No sight nor sound of two birds flight»

While he sits alone with closed eye

Lucid dreams fill his mind

Evening falls on golden halls

It’s time to wing their way home

Ravens whispers now have ceased

With it silenced beating wings

With no return from horizons edge

All is lost of the words of men