221. Freyja's Sorrow
Angry lightning flashes, adding to the darkening dread.
An electricity fills the air, propelled by ancient magic,
Conjured by her sadness, and loneliness quite tragic.
I can sense her broken heart in every drop of gentle rain,
As they roll down my face, I feel the tears of Freyja' s pain.
In every sacred droplet, carried in the breeze blown,
I can tell that she is waiting, by herself and all alone.
When Freyja' s red gold tears once again begin to flow,
A disturbance from Vanaheim makes the north winds blow.
The air becomes chilled with the coldness of her despair,
For Freyja's lonely weeping is much more than she can bear.
- Glenn Bergen, ( Ravensheart ), © Copyright, 2014.