Odin's Last Chance

Inhale, breathing slow and steady.

Garbed in white- pure and clean

Calm, prepared, ritual steadies

My hand as I glittering pull out my Sacred.

Blink regularly- closed eyes, flashing color.

Gripping handle, mind detaches-

Vision of hope, emotions dissipate.

Wonder, question mortals around-

Will one notice? In time all shall see:

Godless land, place of no faith,

Sacrifice for life, devotion unconscious.

It is written- They must survive on us.