Three Tales Genesis Six We gave them what we could: tools and lore (Penemue's gift would bring the strangest curse). We stayed a while, and then we asked for more Not knowing that His ire would turn to worse. Oh, it was sweet! The mortal fleshly love Was wine to us, so far from Heaven's gates. But then the One, so often seen as Dove, Grew wroth with us, our petty loves and hates. Where Istanbul would one day watch the strait Of Sea called Black, we saw the waters red With dust and blood, as rain beat on our fate And backs, and drowned the cities we had fled. Our Sons and Daughters perished in the Flood: Our gaol was else, trapped in eternal mud. Volupsa Mead - Yggsdrasil and Falling We wheeled the wain and statue through the night As in the frozen sky the Great Wain wheeled; And some of us would worship from our fright Of Vanir's Curse, before which they would yield. Many more did love our wooden beard Or him for whom the idol stood in place. But Freyr's lust did not bring me my wyrd Nor draw me to the night-time wagon's pace: The elf-god's folk were safer than my own Of farmer's Donnar, oaken Tiwaz' Sky. But crossing Bifrost came my flesh and bone, My hangèd brother, with wisdom in his Eye. He will become the god of kings and skald... My crooked fate: to see his kingship stalled. Balor's Eye, Breas' Beauty How bright they are! The Folk of Danu come And frolic with fomori from seas blue And outward isles; and of that union some Are Breas-bright, and handy as good Lugh. But watching with the pigs we toast and drink To what their fate will be with Balor's band. Betrayed by Breas' beauty, one would think That beauty would no longer be their brand. But they are wed to lust of stately gait And lovely face, a brow both free and bright With all limbs in their rightly place, and straight; While Firbolg like us skulk through bogs and night. The Battle of Moy Tura was our loss... But soon this Folk will learn of Beauty's cost. copyright 4 September 2001, Atmore, Alabama (Creek Family Restaurant, Poarch Creek Indians) by Earle B. 'Glas' Durboraw