Mother Night

All the world was covered in a white frosting, shining under a slice of the moon. Like a pale rising star on this Mother Night, shines upon the moor a bright noon. We huddled as feeble field mice in the frigid fright and dare the disir for a boon. Humble boasting and well wishing, to the Norns the crowd will croon You weave the wyrd, from babies to old crones we grow too soon. -------------- mother night- christmas eve, disir - ancestral spirits [female], norns-weavers of wyrd/fate