Listen to the beat of the drums
That echo seductively as she dances,
Silhouetted against the fading sun
The songs of old lead us into entrancement;
Her attire adorning the stories of the ancestors
While her smile harnesses the beauty of the moon and stars,
Her heart beckons to me as her laughter
Rains down; her hand pulls me closer.
The fire burns as hot as Muspelheim
As the strings of the lyre pour a rhythm
That guides and sways her frame,
The epitome of grace is bestowed unto them.
Periwinkle skies fade into an onyx ocean
As night overtakes the day,
Allowing for elatedness to overcome
And the battles to fade away.
Blessed are we to witness
An elegance so vastly extravagant;
She embodies the warrior within us
And dances with an unbridled passion.
