Sometimes I would catch herStaring silentlyInto the void,As if Asgard never mattered. Sometimes I would find herClose to the edgeOf the world,As if Volkvangr never existed. Sometimes I would hear herSinging to the wavesAt dawn,As if her soul was dying of grief. Sometimes I would come closerAnd hold herSoftly, yet firmly,As if that was everContinue reading “As if”
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Son of the waves
She would steal in before dawn.Night would just settle in.White, as a moonlit falconShe would glide in. Softly would feathers ruffle,Sliding off from her shoulders,Amber and gold,Snow and fire. She would whisper my name.Quietly, quietly,And it would be sweeterThan the mead of the Aesir. Still she would beIn my arms, till dawn,And her tears wouldContinue reading “Son of the waves”