Was She Yggdrasil Or Old North
Was she a vision or the foretold prophecy from Norse shamanic lore?
No one questioned her as she transmogrified into a warrior in the great hall.
The king was cowed. “Are you Yggdrasil, Goddess of Life?” He asked.
Was she the keeper of the nine worlds? The rest of us looked on, awed.
She brought her entourage, a dragon, eagle, and four stags.
They appeared as she had, in front of the king, in the middle of court.
There were audible gasps. Was she Old North, coming to fetch the king?
We Germanic people began to pray, as we had never prayed before.
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