The Goddess of the future fates

I like ripping yarns and mythology.
There are lots of tales of seers who are not believed by the proud and mighty who then are doomed to defeat.
So as a part of tales of the struggles between Alfred the Great and the Great Heathen Army of invading Danes, this is one of mine.

Völva

The Goddess of the future fates

The Gods in Asgard seemed to sleep,
Or turn their minds away,
As Danish widows moan and weep;
The Noki dance and sway.

They sought to change the fate of men
To help their people win.
The Christians they would curse them then
And call their craft a sin.

They would not let just one witch live
For they must burn them all.
They ask God’s love but can’t forgive,
So, answer Satan’s call.

But Noki by the sea one night
Beneath a waning moon.
Sought refuge in that second sight
They see before they swoon.

In Bragi’s name through each refrain
They asked Skuld for that sight.
Idu the Noki felt the pain
And then screamed out in fright.

A bloody ghost of some dead slave
Embraced her as a friend.
And he said that he now forgave
Those who had caused his end.

“Your kind came here to take this land
You make the orphan slave,
Is Danish doom now close at hand?
Noki can you be brave?

You are a part of our land now
And it’s a part of you,
Gudrum by now has broke his vow
But Loki will be true!

True to the falsehood that’s his game,
Deceit will be deceived.,
It matters not the names I name
For you’ll not be believed”

He held her hand through vistas grand
And showed her all men’s fate.
“A future’s planned here in this land,
The Danes may know too late.

The Oak, the Ash, the Elm, and Yew
Grow tall on Albion’s isle,
And what you view may well come true;
Don’t waste your time with guile.

The Norns dictate so know your fate
And to your gods be true.
Then try some love as well as hate,
Then I will lie with you.

I’ll come in dreams and show you schemes
Of what kings’ plan to do.
And right until the daylight beams ,
I’ll spend each night with you.

The perfect prophet you will be
Until your dying day.
Though you can share your dreams with me,
Be wary what you say!

For you’ve a curse the very worse
The Seer who is alone.
For though you speak in prose or verse
No one will heed your tone.”

Idu the Noki had a fit,
Her mouth was wet with froth.
On waking her hot brow was knit,
She was frail as a moth.

Though dark and deep she could not weep,
The future she could see.
But now in silence she must keep
Her tongue from being free.

The elder Noki saw some signs
And felt a little grief.
But in old age she now resigns
Locked in some disbelief.

From thence on Idu slept a lot
And she’d smile in her sleep.
As when she talked men called it rot,
They now don’t hear her peep.

And she and Sild walk through the years,
The years that are to come
And Idu often shed some tears ,
But Idu had turned dumb.

She saw the fall of all her Danes
And saw them rise again.
She saw them on far distant plains
She saw and she knew when.

She saw the things that Morchan saw,
All those long years ago.
She felt great winds quite cold and raw,
And felt the summers glow.

She met the Seers of future years
Not all would wear her gag.
She shared the hopes, she shared the fears,
She had no need to brag.

The Norns gave Idu for a wife,
To some “man from the sea”.
She had a long contented life,
For what will be will be.

The gods of her place weren’t so dark,
The wind, the wave, the tide.
Her choices then were few not stark,
In her dreams she could hide.

From: “Tales of Aelfrede and Gudrum”

Notes:
Idu is a prophetess who like Cassandra is never believed
Noki are Old Norse priestesses
Morchan is Morgan Le Fey
Sild appears as the Ghost of the Dead Slave but id Verthandi the Norn
There are three Norns equivalent to the Fates in Greek mythology.

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