Spirit of the Amber and the Iron
By Terrie Renwick, Grá-auga
Used With Permission

O Mighty Ones, consider this, my spirit.
It has lain with empty arms upon this lonely plane
Dreaming, sea-deep and fire-full, of you.

Approve these steadfast, still-hungry eyes
Which have beheld night's silent circus
And the painting of the dark with demons.

Flowing from Loki's playful hands,
Stars flow by, exploding in their wanderlust,
Hard as amber, ever moving to you.

Embrace the memory of night with me, Lords and Ladies,
Lingeringly you will recall the rapture
In the sated heart, sweet marrow-sucking scenes.

My spirit is yours for this, Great Ones.
You raise me to meet you
With Red Thor protecting, with Frey's soft lips, and Wyrm's scaleless
vistas.

Spirit to spirit, the night will ever be ours.