A Poem for Odin

I participate, as I have mentioned before, in a foam fighting medieval combat reenactment game called Dagorhir. Dagorhir is a very fun game and has many aspects.  One of those aspects is healing magic.  In order to perform a healing spell, a fighter must submit a 180 syllable poem (original or re-purposed work) which does not repeat.  Recently, a friend of mine asked me (since I dabble in writing) to write for him a healing poem for a viking follower of Odin.  The following is what I came up with in about 10 minutes.  If you like it, leave a comment.

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Though now we stand on glowing coals
On piles of ash and ember,
We must still have our story told;
An epic to remember.

Raise up my friend, and call to arms;
We must let more blood be shed.
Our enemies will taste all harms
And soon wish that they were dead.

The All Father will take you soon
To halls of fame and glory,
But now is not the time of boon;
You've not fulfilled your story.

You may now wish your song not sung
And call this charge a hassle.
Remember, you, how Odin hung
Upon the great Yggdrasil.

Pierced with a spear of His own hand;
The world was turned upside down.
He gained the songs to name the land
And thus the runes had been found.

Before you try to shy away
And gain your last rest in death,
You'll live to fight another day
As Odin returns your breath.

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I, personally, have used a modified Shakespearean sonnet as a healing poem in the past, but this is purely my original work.

TTFN, ta ta for now!