~ By Courtesy of Others ~
Ode to Sunna
Whose face is fair above all else
That mortal sight may see-
That if an eye
Long on her spy
Soon blinded it will be?
Whose golden crown outgleams by far
The diadems of kings-
That in compare
The wealth they wear
Is nought but knaves' tin rings?
Her angry flares seen near and far
Send man-made moons a-sputter.
The Valk'ries fly
The fair north sky
And mens' hearts fall a-flutter.
She kindles life; she causes death.
She's fickle as she's fair.
Her finger's found
On skin that's browned
And maids with white-gold hair.
But on her path we all depend
For golden fruit and grain,
For safety from
Dark Utgard scum-
For she is Alvis' bane.
Without her gaze leaves green would fade.
Without her leash we'd wander.
We'd have no light,
Just lifeless night,
If Sunna weren't up yonder.
© Analemma McKee-Schwenke - Analemma´s
Heathen Glass Art /
Heathen Handicrafts
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