Skuld
by Seawalker
Maid with the blade,
Cool as the frost from whence
You were born, long ago,
Last child of Niflheim
Before the passing of its
Stony sire, you are also
Stone-hard, stone-sharp,
Steel in your hands and eyes.
And yet I have seen you dance,
Whirling like the spindle of your
Nimble-fingered grand-dam,
Blade glinting in your fist,
Pausing only to slash and then
Twirling off again. You do not
Smile while dancing, but there is
Still joy in your step. Perhaps
You are dreaming of all the ways
That rebirth is a blessing, a gift,
A celebration of the unknown
Future yet to come.
Artwork by Thalia Took.