A poem for Tyr regarding Fenris
I agree that there are seven things that bind Fenrir, for Tyr’s sacrifice was the last. Justice is something to be remembered. Honor binds Knowledge and Fury.
This giant wolf, he still was pup to me;
I’d throw a stick and he would fetch a tree.
The others feared his hunger deep and raw,
while I in play would often grasp his maw.
A different sort of game I came to play:
For safety’s sake his trust I should betray,
not for what he had done, but he might do;
and for his freedom pledged my hand in lieu.
That part of me he’d keep, if nothing more;
like him, in years to come I’d miss it sore.
Six things that cannot be
wrapped him in chains;
the seventh, justice, unmentioned remains.
My choice was clear,
with all the worlds at stake:
That bond, as it tied him, made ours break.
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