Trøllabundin eri eg, eri eg....

I listen to it, and I reach the land of dreams
Spellbound, I am, I am.

Its beauty is mesmerizing! Evergreen and youthful!
I see the tops of the trees, all brought close by nature's effective engineering
They are green, light and dark
And as if I am flying above them all
I see their beauty, under the white sky of sun.

Then, who is that? What is that?
Are those beautiful, pretty and fluffy clouds?
That looks like wings, with a yellowish tinge of sunlight?

But then I see them on land
Huge, big white wings, glorious and humongous
Graceful and white, polished like the full moon's light
Such whiteness, pure and untainted, that I wish to faint.

I see, that the wings belong to statues
Of maidens; they are fairies
They are poised, as if in motion even if still
The bustling energy of their magic evident even in the calmness of snowhite still.

They surround the statue of another man
Well-built and muscular body he has
I know he is handsome, and his being as white as the other statues
I name him Achilles in my dream.
I see their resplendening beauty, ever gorgeous and bright
I name him Achilles.

Then I see another man, another statue to be precise
Now only a face, with narrowed eyes and a beard
Is that Herodotus? Whose name is that?
But then I then hear it is Homer

Homer or Herodotus?

Before I could venture deeper into knowing what else was there for me
In this grand land of dreams
I awoke.

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When, in morning, I searched about Herodotus, I learned that the man truly existed. I even thought the name sounded similar, so was not surprised that I heard that in dream. Amazing, and surprising are my dreams, that make me remember what I don't anymore.

Life of Homer, Pseudo-Herodotus..I saw this on Google too. I don't want to search more. Maybe reading about their works shall give me some guidance.

As of Achilles, let me see what he has to say!❤