Stream of Consciousness: Dedication to the Raven Lord

[Baron Samedi]

Little of this will make sense to most, however that is not the goal at hand.

I have drank deeply from the urn of Kvasir.... Inspiration can not, and will not wait for the correct time, for "now" of great importance.... The past is dead and there is no conception of "future".... Only "what Need be".

I must confess, I am in love with dread and terror.... I am in love with the dead.

Since before birth and beyond the confines of physical existence I shall embody this, as shall he.

I am a vessel of murk. I bask within Mani's glow, I scream galdr towards empires and beyond.

I have stooped upon the black earth, I have bled upon it's gaping expanses.

I sniff heartily upon corpse-groves of departed fauna... Their putrescence an inspiration and reminder of all that is fleeting.... I am absolutely in love with their longing stares.

I harvest their remnants, for even in death we are useful in some way, whether tangibly or in spirit. I imprint upon them glyphs of continuous paradox.

I am in love with death, for I am dying. Every day.

Death is the answer... The step forward.... The road riddled with Thorns.

I am everything you fear, yet secretly yearn for in your most secret of ruminations.

I am shadow that consumes all but a sliver of hope.... More than enough for a teasing reminder of stability you once knew.

I shall laugh as you and your kind bleed and wail into the uncaring Nacht. My love burns fiercer than a Torch, but shall always be projected towards you colder than Ice.

I am the Raven Drighten, and He is me.

And by the graces of Thought and Memory, I shall always be watching your every move....

[warhammer]

Sounds like Odhinn to me.

[Baron Samedi]

Sounds like Odhinn to me.

Really? I was going for a Baphomet sort of flavor here.....

[Bard]

It sounds like a mix of lovecraft and joyce, with a hint north european folklore.