Odins Rune Song Poem by Jürgen Wagner

Upon the World Tree, I did hang,
To seek out magic, wisdom's clang,
To learn the runes' ancient art,
Known only to those afar apart

The staffs were cut by Norns' own hand,
According to fate's shifting strand,
They cast their lots, could see the way,
To guide the journey day by day

I wounded myself with spear's sharp point,
To explore where secrets anoint,
The boundaries where truths are shown,
In hunger, thirst, in pain alone

Nine nights I hung in dream's embrace,
Within the branches of that place,
I neither ate nor drank the mead,
But gazed below with longing heed

In spirit, I took up runes' might,
Spoke them aloud in silent light,
I learned their power, learned their worth
Until I fell, exhausted, down to earth

Then I ate and drank, and found my strength,
And learned nine spells at length,
From word to word, I grew more wise,
From craft to craft, I reached the skies

Whoever wields rune's sacred power,
Whoever seeks their hidden flower,
Whoever asks the path to find,
Let wisdom's voice be in your mind