The Stone Ambition (Umsonst Friðr)

I have sifted through the eastern world

From my magnificent pillar

My dormant eyes had journeyed the stars

But here I am restless of rigid, I want again to tar;

To fetch the sun sailing westbound

And so if raise my shaft by this ticking limb

May hear again the minstrels from the lounge

And rove the seas past the great dragon’s brim;

Release me from my histories unitary

For ambition cries in my limber heart of stone,

Give me vigor Odin, once and no more,

So I can vanquish my limboed foam;

And my warring soul, is sealed regretful,

O! by Tyr! Does it pain your godly purpose

My enthralling sword unsheathed yet dully halted,

And vale my charmed valor among Hel’s raiments;

Grant me will again with fleshy furtherance,

May with well-being fare unconquerable Njord,

Recompense my tragic soul with

Stretching songs under the skies of Thor;

I bawl to this my only wish and testament,

For my Gramr will not heed my call,

As it has been christened to the clouds,

To Odin and the pantheon, I beg hear my call;

To the pantheon, I am a begger to all,

That from the content mosaic into my graft

May my most valiant mettle fall;

Let me add to my storied honor

And descend my rocky merle,

Stow ships with hard fought gold and copper,

Slay the beasts whose bellies of pearl,

And kiss rare rose lipped damsels

All this if only—

Let me trudge upon the furling world;

Or thou guzzle the Triskelion for wisdom,

For as a stone, have kept my lively ambition,

And seen no legends nor heroic melodies,

Of Æsir nor Vanir oral traditions;

As a stone I am, enshrined below Asgard,

Our legacies have not been said,

Out our children’s mouths, nor omened birds

For you are the stones where ambitions fled;

And mason me, ardently, onto the faint fires

And horn onto the silent turbulence,

So renew and revive the Edda from forbearance

Adding upon’t for however long gold is desired;