One eagle, one love. (307)

Nine.

Flirting worlds

with ancient wisdom, pure water,

database of Asgard,

memories of humans;

all about slaves of those darkest worms.

You stand above everything,

dear eagle.

Kiss me harder with your knowledge,

burn down bridges on your way.

I’ll steal secret potions,

youthfulness, all gods mysteries,

secret powers, Yggdrasil.

I’ll come back

to become one with you.

Writing a poem a day for 1 year. This is lucky number 307. Thanks for reading.