Nine Realms Learning Poem
From the Highest Peaks of Midgaard Where the Sons of Men Do Hold, To the Killing Chill of Niflheim The Land of Ice and Cold. To the Furnace Blast of Muspelheim Where Flame Leaps Far and Nigh, Nothing Born of Yggdrasil Escapes the Ravens Eye.
Down To the Depths of Svartalfheim Where Stone and Anvil Call, Unto High Liossalfheim Where Dark Ne’er Comes at All. High Up Over Jotunheim Where Giants Hold Their Court, All the Deeds of Every Land The Ravens Sift and Sort.
To the Heights of Vanaheim Where Elder Gods do Roam, Unto the Deepest Reach of Hel Where Spirits Make Their Home. And Last Up Into Asgaards Halls Where They May Find Their Havens, For It Is Known, Though All Men Fall, The Gods Do Keep the Ravens.
(A poem written by ThorinRuriksson of Reddit to help you learn the nine realms. Original Post. ThorinRuriksson gave me permission to spread this poem via blog so it could become a part of the oral tradition)
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November 1, 2012 at 3:00 am
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I love this!
November 1, 2012 at 10:20 am
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November 2, 2012 at 7:20 am
It would be nice if the illustration’s names matched the poem’s names… but then maybe the worlds should also be rearranged a little…
November 2, 2012 at 9:07 am
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I like.
August 17, 2018 at 10:17 am
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Something special in the value of nine.
August 17, 2018 at 10:20 am