rams-poetry:

   There are 9 Muses.

                     There are 9 circles

         of hell.

There are meal - worms 

           of retaliation

and the rotation of a wheel.

There is saturation.       There is ground.

There is mind.                And there is birth.

Or there is grudge                 of thought in self.

              There’s the rocky.               There’s the mirth.

There is clock.                     And there is 

                                                                             death.

And, the  crow, who knows 

         his way around.

Now let us go my dainty beast,

let us touch Yama’s hand.

R.a.M – “You taking over; bathing in the river”   “Without it becoming hollow a self evading specimen”

@smakkabagms – “soon, you will not be hungry the hour quickens with crows”

Beowulf - “Far oft saveth a man not doomed to die, when his valour fails not. Howbeit it was my lot to slay nine sea-demons(leviathan). Never have I heard beneath the vault of heaven of more bitter fighting by night, nor of a man more unhappy in the torrents of the  sea.”

Poetic Edda - ”One is called Heimdall. He is called the white god, and he is great and holy. Nine maidens gave birth to him.”  

“All-father sent some of the gods to capture the children and bring them to him. And when they came to him, he flung the serpent into the deep sea which surrounds the whole world, and it grew so large that it now lies in the middle of the ocean round the earth, biting its own tail. He threw Hel into Niflheim and gave her authority over nine worlds.”   

“For nine nights he rode dales so deep and dark that he saw nothing, until he reached the river Gjöll and rode over its bridge; it is thatched with gleaming gold. The maiden who guards that bridge is called Móðguð. She asked him his name and family and said that the day before five troops of dead men had ridden over the bridge, “but the bridge resounds as much under you alone, and you don’t look like a man who has died.”