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~ Poetry by me ~



In Iron-Wood's wasteland,
Wild wolves she whelps;
Her brood is bringing
Both balance and bale.

Hati is harrying
Mani to move,
Sköll in the sky
Is pursuing the sun;

For night and day,
They never may dally;
Time cannot tarry,
Flees ever so fast.

To Byleist's brother,
Breaker of bonds,
Three boundaries she bore,
Three barriers birthed:

Limit of Life,
Hel holds what she has;
Only what ends
Has value and worth.

Edge of the Earth,
Serpent encircles us;
Borders and bounds
Define who we are.

End of Everything,
Fenris will fall,
A new age from ashes
Beginning again.

Both grief and gain
Are the gifts she begets,
The Jįrnvišja jotun,
The Womb of the Wood.


© Michaela Macha

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