From father’s foundations old Grey silence as first flakes fall, While warmth and laughter fill gods’ hall; She strides to Asgard’s walls, bold.
Like ice melting, mail gleams, A goat and a rope, white feet and new stars; Wolves’ howls, gulls’ cries, unhealed scars, Like flames freezing, venom steams.
Sly One stays too long at feast, Too many missing by his wiles, Too little charm, too few smiles: Now, cold counsel comes from east.
A serpent to silence his slurs. Thjazi’s Thudding Home, now hers.
Hail Skaði!
© 2012 Sorn Skald - This poem is in the Common Domain and may be freely distributed, provided it remains unchanged including copyright notice and this License -
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