Why do you sit upon my throne?
Brooding over a love forced, or on the consequences of your gift?
Come and be my brother,
your tribute was planned.
Look me in my eye,
I know your pain.
A god of fertility
With only a boar to ride.
It’s better than keeping up with birds!
Look around, Ing, and see your renown!
Your sickle is as mighty as my spear.
You are loved, and will be remembered.
Your mound will be blessed.
I’ll be proud to die alongside you.
My friend, I will wander
As I have always done.
You’re place is here.
As I am a warrior poet,
You are a beacon of hope.
I never thought a Vanir could be less vain.
Be proud! For you know who you are!
Be honored as the king you were!
Though we are not eternal,
Our names will live on.
Dcid Corvid 