She sees the bloodlines run

The Tree dripping down

Roots housing the Holy Dead

Branches and Leaves the Holy Gods

The Living betwixt the two

 

She sees the paths our Old Ones walked

Jormungund ringing around us

The waters braved

The lands explored

The Trunk wide and strong

 

She sees the bloodlines

Before and after

When Fire and Ice met

The Sapling growing tall

In the midst of Gap

 

She sees the Gods

The Allfather’s Breath rise on the Trees

His Brothers’ gifts

The Gods’ embrace

Holiness in humanity

 

She knows the ways

The Disir, the Vater

Ancestors great and small

Those whose names skalds recount

and those who are Nidhogg’s dinner

 

She carries the knowledge

The Rings of the Tree

Wrinkles in Her Mind

Sharper than a field of swords

Full as Yggdrasil