To a friend

I knew one, friend of old
true was his friendship and love
gleaming heart of pure gold
akin to a brother? Sort of...

In a tarn of clouds
now lies another star
veiling mist, it shrouds
but I see it from afar

Short-lived is happiness
we dwell in shivering grief
mirth minished, marred in gladness
we remain in disbelief

Most unexpected, all too soon
ere hope has faded
from us swept this afternoon
yonder, you have waded

Memory remains, like wind over water
sweeping the surf upon the beach
fate, I can not avert
where you are, I can't reach

Valiant-hearted, you are friend
certainly we shall meet again
all comes to an end
the question is, when?

Eager to see you, we are
you must wait a little while
shine bright young-spirited star
you left more than a smile

Arith Härger

Cσρуяιgнт © 2014™

A friend departed, and in this winter-grieving day this mournful spirit wrote a poem to him.

Upphaf - Skapa Miðgarðr

 Upphaf - Skapa Miðgarðr

The sky was shapeless
in depths of the void
Earth, wrought from emptiness
where darkness once coiled

Ginnungagap, bounded by fire and ice
in turmoil came life
nourished by Auðumbla's sacrifice
Ymir, began his strife

Búri emerged, father of fathers
with Borr, conflict was shared
enhanced by Óðinn and brothers
Ymir's sons, none was spared

From Ymir's body, mountains shaped
blood poured through the sea
from flesh and bones Óðinn made
a wondrous land for thee

To the children of the earth
the gods whispered windward
to whom ásynjur gave birth
that now dwell in midgard

Arith Härger

Cσρуяιgнт © 2013™


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Ardent Passion

Ardent Passion
This my mind can not say
The feeling grows upon my chest
My heart longs for, each passing day
The morning breeze onto her breast

Overwhelmed by this emotion
I felt withered and weak
I gave myself in devotion
I would tell, could i speak

My very soul is dry
Yet i swim in this river
Under the starry sky
Loneliness gave me a shiver

A glimpse of her face
the smell of her hair
this love i would embrace
i was struck by her glare

In hope i dare not trust
but i desire her, in my arms
Shrouded in red flaming lust
i can't resist to her charms

She finally came to me
i was bursting with passion
Under the shade of a tree
we couldn't contain this attraction

Our love seems like fantasy
powerful, magical and faithful
Permanent to all eternity
blissful, natural and graceful


Arith Härger

Cσρуяιgнт © 2013™


I wrote this to my loved one for the Valentine's Day :D

Winter Grieving

Winter Grieving


I have walked this shadowed road
hidden in the concealment of the moon
buried deep within, an heavy load
upon my heart a sorrowful tune

There i went abject and grieving
thus the remnants of my soul burned
such it was this irreverent feeling
regardless of what i did and learned

Hail to thee! coming by this path
for men rejoice to see other men
like soft brise, ending a storm's wrath
without knowing what happens to us then...

This mournful spirit wanders in the wilderness
all knowledge erned, turned to curse
deprived of revelry, my companion is witness
my soul burns with each verse


Arith Härger

Cσρуяιgнт © 2012™

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The Ignorant Mind

The Ignorant Mind

One mind is not equal to another
the half-wise are everywhere
speech passed down by a father
misunderstood words for the unaware

For men to be midle-wise is the best
these words i hold to be true
not over cunning and clever to his guest
if words he can not speak or deeds he can not do

The wise man whose lore is so deep
seldom in heart shall he find happiness
roads of madness he will meet
in that he must take awareness

The fairest life that one can take
is he who knows not the ways of the world
he shall not succumb to that fate
and live in peace among his folk

The future is not able for men to know
too much knowledge he would not bear
the goddesses of fate that will not show
for he would quickly fall into dispair

He who fancies to be full of wisdom
will find he knows nothing at all
he will lose the rights of his own kingdom
as soon as he begins to talk

The ignorant had best be silent
when among the wiser he will dwell
he must put his wits into retirement
and be glad to learn how to spell.

Arith Härger

Cσρуяιgнт © 2012™