All Things Norse

All Things Norse The dark and dreary autumn skies Illuminating moon amplifies Shadowy figure arises Through the misty fog belies Her falcon cloak wears a whirring sound Absorbed by loves battleground Affliction blight of Niflheim Embracing Freya’s willowy frame This goddess walks through towering wheat, bittersweet With grandeur attributes, beauty becomes deplete For about her neck clings Brisingamen of fire She knows the cost beloved husband was acquired Odin’s ravens fly above divulge shiny blackened feathers Hunting her walk upon the hills in steady measure The moon sends its beams between darkened clouds Reflecting her ebony ringlet hair abounds Here in Folkvangr lives the field of host Battle cries for mountainous ghosts Hnitborg holds the mead of poetry In mound of heights lives ancestry And amber tears fill the alabaster jar Until they reunite her to Odh July 24, 2014