''Molnir The Hammer (Ikhnon III)'' - A poem by John Eric Gulliksen


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MOLNIR THE HAMMER (Ikhnon III)
a poem by John Eric Gulliksen

IT was later that same day that Ikhnon stumbled
and glancing down
espied a great hammer
carven of stone

And this instrument was inscribed about with ancient runes
which Ikhnon
in his ignorance
could not decipher

But upon his grasp of the smooth-hewn haft
these characters did reform in ribbons of fire
within his brain

And a voice then spake unto Ikhnon, saying:

-I be Molnir the Hammer
forged in ages past by the magic of a mighty king
and the fires within the earth
Long have I awaited thy coming, O Ikhnon
for it is written that one day
I should accompany thee upon thy quest
and in fulfilling thy destiny
would so fulfill mine-

And Ikhnon, laughing, cried
-Selah! So be it!-

and grasping Molnir by his haft
tested him his balance
and fetched him a mighty blow upon a nearby boulder

And when the rock did crumble
Ikhnon fashioned him a sling
for to carry Molnir upon his massive shoulder
content to have found a tool to aid him in his quest

But it was a long time
before the voice of Molnir the Hammer
again spake unto Ikhnon