Odin

Odin, Allfather, with beard of snow, One-eyed wanderer, where knowledge doth flow. Your ravens, Huginn and Muninn take flight, Whispering secrets from day and from night.

Yggdrasil's branches, your perch you do claim, Seeking wisdom, whispering runes with your name. Gungnir your spear, a fearsome display, Valhalla's halls echo with warriors' fray.

A seeker of magic, a poet's delight, Your thirst for knowledge burns ever so bright. For prophecy's sake, you hung on the tree, Nine nights of torment, a gift to set free.

With Sleipnir you ride, on eight mighty legs, Across the vast realms, where destiny begs. A god of the wild hunt, and battles so grand, In your gaze, the fate of all lands.

Odin, the Allfather, we raise up our horn, Your wisdom we cherish, though ages are worn. In whispers of wind, your ravens still fly, A reminder of magic that reaches the sky.