Odin, Ancient Mistmind
I pray for your bold poise
Striding confidence and warding wit
With which the boorish may be bit

Be there no intrusion
Nor to guilt, any allusion
May I be sure in standing
and of my psyche, my own king

May I know not pressure
From they whom seek to mar my leisure
My conscience free and clear
I’ll heed no jibe nor jeer

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this piece was requested by @sovereignoblivious