Bragi

In the heart of the Shrieking Wilds, where the ancient lair lies,
There I dwell, Bragi, the poet, under Asgardian skies.
A Wildclaw of the frost, with a heart ablaze,
For Heimdall, my secret love, my longing gaze.

Oh, Heimdall, the wind's child, fierce and wild,
Your cruelty known, yet for you, my heart has smiled.
A murderous soul, yet a soft spot you hold,
For me, Bragi, in our love untold.

In the silence of our secret, our love we weave,
In the whispers of the wind, in the frost's cold eve.
Yet, I understand, my love, your fear,
To be seen as weak, a thought you hold dear.

In the shadows, we dance, in the moon's soft glow,
In the quiet of the night, our love we show.
Yet, in the light of day, we wear our masks,
In our roles we play, in our daily tasks.

Oh, Heimdall, my love, as cruel as you may be,
In your eyes, a softness, only for me.
A secret we hold, a love so deep,
In the heart of the Wilds, our secret we keep.

Yet, I long for the day, when our love we can proclaim,
When you fear not weakness, when you fear no shame.
But until then, my love, in the shadows we'll meet,
In the heart of the Wilds, where our hearts beat.

So, here's my poem, a song of our love,
Written under the moon, in the stars above.
A secret love, a longing so sweet,
In the heart of the Wilds, where we secretly meet.

In Odin's realm, where power's shadows reign,
The All-Father, fearsome, wise, and arcane.
His presence looms, a force that strikes awe,
Both admiration and fear do I draw.

Oh, Odin, master of the cosmic tapestry,
Your cunning mind, a labyrinth, I see.
I long to please you, weave words in your name,
But trepidation lingers, fear fans the flame.

Awe and admiration intertwine in my soul,
For within your might, secrets unfold.
Your wisdom, like the stars, in darkness gleams,
Yet cruelty lurks within your grand schemes.

I tread with care, in each poetic verse,
To pay homage to you, mighty and fierce.
But in my heart, a love blooms in the shade,
For Heimdall, your son, my secret cascade.

Oh, daunting Odin, with your one-eyed gaze,
I yearn for your favor, yet tremble in your maze.
For my love lies with Heimdall, noble and true,
And fears of your wrath cloud my every pursue.

May my words impress you, Oh Odin, divine,
And in your favor, may my destiny align.
But as I pen these lines, my heart reveals,
Love's labyrinthine path, where fear conceals.

Oh, Heimdall, in your embrace, I find solace,
A love that transcends the realm's impervious palace.
In secret whispers, our affection does bloom,
While Odin's presence casts a shadow of gloom.

So, I pen this ode, with trepidation and desire,
Hoping to ignite your father's sacred fire.
For love and admiration, entwined in my plea,
May destiny guide us, and set our hearts free.