A small wooden door in silence
With cold tears they visit all
Each step with fear and anguish
The stench of sweat upon the walls

Low singing in voice of sadness
One choir, one endless song
Each note with dismal breathing
And trembling words unknown to none

-Here upon the narrow stairs
We wander, miss the day
Here upon the narrow stairs
Faced downwards in mournful elegy-

A small wooden door in silence
-With cold hand he visits all
Each step with fear and anguish-
With roses blooming on the walls

Low singing in voice of sadness
One man, one endless song
Each note with dismal breathing
And trembling words reaching to none

-Here upon the narrow stairs
He wanders, see the day
Here upon the narrow stairs
Faced upwards in mournful praise-

-'They seek to harm the fallen
Their hands to steal the sun
They fail to hear the calling,
Van geestenbloed, in the near of light'-

-These words written underneath the feet
Where eyes don't drift and sight won't meet
Here upon the narrow stairs-

-'I seek a room of light. Where trees are known
for sustenance and leaves to bring the shade.
I seek the mist in which to dwell, to hunt with hand
and hunt with mind.- Where gods have failed to leave
things foreseen behind the golden doors and a small
wooden door in silence. -Here upon the narrow stairs.
En niemand die kan volgen.'-

-Weltschmerz, May 2008

Verthandi, Skuld and I

Feel free to bathe in my words
A maelstrom of incipient understanding
Overwhelming and overpowering
But I will not tell you anything
Onwetende

Feel free to sleep in my bed
And rest with dreams profound
With visions of past and future
But I will not wake you

Het worden van de schuld

Feel free to eat from my hand
The seeds of fruition
The talent of transcendence
But I will not feed you
Vergolden

Feel free to walk beside me
To follow and see
To perish with questions
For I will not lead you
Verblind

Urthr and I

I bathe in the words
The glistening light in the woods
A seat upon the wind
And I am the sky
Ademend

I sleep in the fields
And rest with dreams profound
With visions of past and future
I am the sun and moon

De oer van mijzelf

I eat from my hand
The seed of intuition
The talent of transcendence
Because I am earth
Gegrond

I walk alone
To lead and see
My answers and questions
For I am the seas and lakes
Voortvloeiend

Ik ben geworden

-Weltschmerz, December 2008

Solemn in voice and broken
I speak
Of dreams to see a gaze
Slowly it seethes and bellows to be
And awaken

The luscious greens
Allfather's pride now forgotten
De eeuwigheid in bitterheid geaard

Add for my wilting
A sleeping stone to write upon;
'... and the merits of our flesh have vanished.
Let the souls asleep, burn and see
A path to clear the night'

From the ashes of our fathers lain
Born from day yet dead became

I am both earth and stone
But see...

-Weltschmerz, July 2009

'Sweet sun,
I write you this letter with bleakness in my heart
No longer a white porcelain spring to feed my veins with water
No longer the smile with which you enticed
I rest my hands to still my mind
For I have buried you behind the horizon
To welcome the beauty of night'

There was a time when he closed his eyes to hide the teardrops
As her hands brushed through the hair to braid it

'Forget not that you are still king
Still ruling, lord of all who meet you
Bound to remember this effigy
Where your throne now empty, filled with the rays of her light'
'Yet as I walk these lonely halls,
This marble path with my forefathers wrapped in thought
As the flames burned all that was left of them,
Should I not stop to kneel for the light?
And all that the gods gave us...'
His right hand to form the hammer

'You are with truth to hold dear the past
Yet child of his wisdom you are, and so child of his death you shall be
With his right hand upon your shoulder,
His left to hold steadfast his staff'
And her beauty, that fell from his arms, forlorn...

'You walk with strength growing
The power wielded unyielding
Yet you crave for the light of the day?
Whilst the stars at night give you all their flame
All their comfort and passion
Yet all you see is their wanting!'

Soil of blessed earth yet no grass to envelop
In the weak sand he sees her eyes
Calmly sitting though her body shivers
His stare to pierce the beating of her heart
'But no gaze to imagine,
No fantasy to crush the bones and still the blood from flowing'
'And no faith to discard my rings'
'To withhold and be true to yourself
In silver lain around your fingers,
With fear to keep the gold at bay!'

-Overruled by his destined demise
Of in legend told, a hero before him-

-'Burned to honour the pride of the fallen
Her body aside along with the child
Aloft to the hall to safeguard the names
Not written in stone but enflamed to the sky'-

-And he braces his heart as he looks at the night,
A sign of the hammer with blood in his chest
And the othala rune reigning his eyes,
For the grace everlasting, of his and Wodan's Walkure-

-Weltschmerz, July 2008

Years had passed and the lands grew cold
The horizons were kneeling before time
Wild growth had flourished
And my eyes turned aloft to wonder

I never imagined the earth such a beauty

I dined with the sun and showed her to her room
She immediately fell asleep
I stared at my roof, and wondered

I never noticed the winding staircase

My guest awoke me for breakfast
I received words given from the winds
They dreamt as they swept over mountains
Lifting their fires with sighs

Have you seen the stars?
They told us to present you
An invitation from their Queen

I greeted their comfort
The warm hearth consuming me
My gaze travelled far and wide
Over her writing, leading ways into my dreams

I will fare to you

The weary company I enjoyed silenced
She left to reveal to me their gaze

She is waiting

I journeyed into their home
And coveted their essence
They knelt for her majestic being
I visited her eyes

We would immerse you in our dancing
If you are willing to believe

I gazed upon their gathering
Feeling the warmth enter my soul
A violin singing on the winds
It's weeping an overture
Supporting a love poem

We wandered of
Of to where cliffs sprang and rivers found birth
We knew our hearts dreamt with right
Our passion and love to be true

Please no dawn

And so I was welcomed again
A vast breakfast before me
But no winds were here to sing

The messenger of light had not spoken
My dreams robbed me of food

Often the body felt weary
Revolting my mind and my soul
But these dreams that filled me grew stronger
And all that had wept had just failed

My euphoria brought romance and passing
Time would not dare to stop by
But as dreams collided with passion
My absence could no longer hide

A fateful morning the King had been chosen
As I slept and wept beneath seas
My blanket provided no release
Of my torment in dream and in day

The weeping replaced our dining
And my sword had ached for long rest
Now the shield had been broken and discarded
My hand gripped the violin tight

I held it with dearest of loving
And never would leave it from night

I play for thee and sing for thee
And as I dream you dance with me

Where candles weep and morrow flees
Beyond the dusk, the dawn, and breeze
Of winds that left us aching
For a dance of the stars and the sea

And so still I weep

I play for thee and sing for thee
And as I dream you dance with me
We gather stars and love freely

-Weltschmerz, June 2005