The following is a short writing I wrote a long time ago. It is also included in my novel during the chapter dealing with 'gods of men.' A few of you may already be familiar with this piece as I have posted as comments on a few of your page's.
" During the year of the great falling from the Gemni high -when the moon was veiled for ninety Sun passings, - we arrived to the land of the Nordic night-fire. Therein this land was spoken to be a god that ruled the hearts of men, with fear und avenge upon his belt und lightning from his hands.
We met
this god upon the edge of the crashing sky
- und a god we made him no more.
This hath I etched in their stones:
" With his hammer raised he a blow to its side,
against the stones that held the snow drifts high
,Und to the peoples below his spectacle ,
did the snow drifts come crashing down.
Then those who escaped to make his way,
did warn they the countryside.
Und a god they named him, in fear & wavering,
for his hammer like thunder roared.
As the days he went to their mountainsides,
to strike the ice und stone..."
-Daecaunt