Baldr
the bright god who dreamed his death
fireBaldr dreamed of his own dying, and no god could turn the dream aside; to dream as he did is to be shown a grief in advance, so that you might love what you have while it still stands.
Fragments
So beloved was he that the whole world wept to bring him back — all but one dry-eyed giantess, and one withheld tear was enough.
A sprig of mistletoe, too soft to be asked for an oath, became the one thing in all creation that could unmake the shining god.
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