She plays Hearts with the Fates,
interrupting the counting of years
and every time she shoots the moon,
Skuld threatens to cut her thread.

She used to be in love,
she drew the pictures
he wrote the songs about,
it was love, it was love,
it was love
like love could only be.

Now she lives beneath the roots
of the old world tree,
weaving the tapestry of fates
with those three.

She plays Checkers with Hel,
letting the damned roam around
and every time she gets to the end,
it starts all over again.

She makes apples pies with Idun
and she forgets the sugar,
whispering how life is bitter
and it is a shame to mask all that.

She used to be in love,
she drew the pictures
he wrote the songs about,
it was love, it was love,
it was love
like love could only be.

But she ran away across Bifrost,
wanting to feel the rainbow
as she fell through the shade
beneath the old world tree.

She writes poetry with Bragi,
drinking the mead he gives her,
never realizing the truth
about the blood she's taken.

She plays Spades with Ran,
who forgets to catch the drowned
in the net meant to save them,
but she doesn't care anymore.

She used to be in love,
she drew the pictures
he wrote the songs about,
it was love, it was love,
it was love
like love could only be.

But love is only so long.

author's note: i am not sure if i like this one. it was another one of my norse mythology poems (i.e. hel's desires)that somehow got mixed with my love poems. norse mythology is a very amazing thing so anyone who doesn't understand the references in this poem, go look it up. it's fun and it would make me, the scandinavian, very happy. :)