Fenrir
The great wolf howls
Thrashing in primordial wrath
Tugging and jerking with immense strength
A bitter soul hungering for revenge
A trapped creature pining for liberty,
Wronged and betrayed by the House of Aesir
Glepnir still carves into hardened flesh
From the great maw a mighty howl is produced
A cry of wrath and pain
The shame of a proud creature bound in chains
Ragnarok, doom of the gods
Fenrir's vengeance will be had
Odin's Quest
A great lord on and endless quest, but not one of blood or war
A tenacious and precocious soul hungering for wisdom
But one eye, a paltry fee for wisdom's sweet draught
Nourishment of the mind, more pleasurable and sustaining than the finest of mead and meat
Hanging in agony and death for nine whole days, from the strongest branch of Yggdrasil
A spear driven into his flank by his own hand
For the sweet gift of the written word
Wisdom's most sacred gift