In adoration I come to You

Lady of Lore and Histories.

You who hordes the words of ages,

texts known and secret,

some written only

in the hearts of man and roots of Yggdrasil.

Thank You for all that You are

and all that You do.

May I ever honor You

in my written and spoken

workings as I sift

through tale and lore and

dusty genealogies.

Praise be to Saga

of Sunken-bench and

heavy tome, of

sweet meed and cool stream.

Hail Saga, be praised!