For Skuld
by Ian Brokaw
Oh, three sisters, goddesses of my fate,
Grant me a look at my future,
To make my uncertainty bate.
Will I find you within your forest shrine?
Tending to the sacred ash tree,
Or in the dense woods where the sun won't shine.
Skuld, tell me of my fate yet to be spun.
I want to know of my future,
Of battles to fight and wars to be won.
In a battle will I be strong and bold,
And prove myself a warrior,
Or will I cower and my blood run cold.
Please counsel me and give me some advice,
I value your fabled wisdom.
You leave all others as silent as mice.
(c) Ian Brokaw
Artwork by Misiek.