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Even since I was little I've been fascinated by myths and legends about the old gods, not so much by  the
Greek and Roman ones, though. With the exception of Athena I didn't really connect to them.
I fell immediately in love with the Norse and Germanic pantheons, specifically with the figure and the legends surrounding the One-eyed, Woden.

From the start I was enchanted by this complex, sometimes contadictory figure: the one who disguises himself, the lord of the wild hunt (in his Germanic incarnation), the master of rune-magic, the giver of wod   both battle-trance and poetic inspiration (which is in itself a fascinating concept), the one who carries ravens on his shoulders.

Huginn and Muninn (Thought and Memory) where the companions of Woden / Odin along with the wolves Geri and Freki. To the ravens the god had given the ability to speak and they every day flew around and at sunset brought back to him word of the happenings in Midgard.

From my fascination with Woden and my previous post about ravens came out this:

The Ravens’Call

 We are the silent messengers

Sent off to remind you

Of things left in the past

Gathering dust and years

Thought… Memory…
 

We are the soul’s malaises

That prod you on and on

Out of the beaten path

Bleeding on thorns and fears

Thought… Memory…  

 
We are the winged shadows

Who force you to look

Up, for a change, at last

To clouds, and shapes, and dreams

 
Thought… Memory…