When war was done and the ravens were still
The gods stood weary on Asgard's hill
The clans had fought with spear and flame
Till none could tell who'd won the game
So they spat their oaths in a shining bowl
A vow of peace, a mingled soul
From breath and spit and divine desire
Rose a child of thought and living fire
Born of every godly mind
Every truth the worlds could find
No riddle deep, no secret far
Too dark for Kvasir's wandering star
He walked the roads where questions stir
And every tongue would turn to him
For wisdom poured like morning rain
From gentle, knowing Kvasir's name
Through Midgard's fields and frost-bit towns
Through kingly halls and scholar crowns
He answered every whispered plea
Of how and why and what may be
No lie could hide, no truth could flee
From eyes that saw eternity
The wisest born of every god
Walked softly where the mortals trod
Born of every godly mind
Every truth the worlds could find
No riddle deep, no secret far
Too dark for Kvasir's wandering star
He spoke and even silence stirred
For every soul had heard the word
Of wisdom walking in a man
Who knew the shape of every plan
But deep beneath the mountain stone
Where cunning hearts had long been grown
Two dwarves with minds as sharp as steel
Heard tales too bright to let them heal
"Come share your wisdom," sweet they cried
And welcomed Kvasir deep inside
Yet envy brewed where shadows stir
In Fjalar and his brother Galar
A blade was drawn where trust had grown
And wisdom's blood was swiftly known
They caught it all in vessels three
No drop of thought was left to flee
From sacred veins the red stream poured
The price of knowledge's shining hoard
And from the blood the dwarves would make
A drink no mortal tongue could fake
For those who drink that crimson brew
Will find their songs and verses true
A poet's fire within their breath
Born from Kvasir's tragic death
So raise a cup when stories rise
And hear the wisdom in their cries
For every rhyme and every line
Still flows from Kvasir's blood and wine