She is the great servant –

With praise to Odin,

She moves with the swift gale,

A harbinger of Autumn

And the frost beset upon Winter.

Oh, it is the kiss of Freya –

A guardian among tears

And chaos set with blade and fire

On the battlefield of man.

She weeps secretly with every drop

Of blood spilt on earth.

Yet she stays silent –

Obedient to the Gods –

Ignoring the cries of her corpses,

To the silence of the night.

mimi; 08/30/06