~ By Courtesy of Others ~
The Tale of Sif
High on Bilskirnir´s roof I sit
Watching for distant lightning flash
Or flight of birds from a faraway wood
Disturbed by rolling thunder-crash
Wishing for my hero homeward
Listening for his thunderous trade
Hoping that he journeys meward
To our lonely marriage bed
Striding out across Bifrost
Eager for a wrong to right
Forgetting all in his hot anger
Looking forward to the fight
Leaving me alone and grieving
Never thinking of the pain
I vow each time, this is the last time
That my hearts melts, "He´s home again."
Red-haired, red-handed, furnace-tempered
Bloodstained, sweating from the fight
My love, my lord, this monstrous killer
Sleeps childlike in my arms tonight.
For I alone remain his comfort
I alone must hear his cry
His nightly struggle with the Serpent
Iormungand, that never dies.
I know his doom never leaves him
My love cannot his fear abate
It is the secret curse that binds us
To be a god is to know your fate.
© Davkin
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