And the Goddess Nott' s black gown is slowly unfurled,
Mani, who has never been known as one to be shy,
Rises like a glowing beacon to grace the dark sky.
If Freyr summons rain, and there is a change in the weather,
And Midgard's world becomes as dark as a raven' s feather,
Mariners look up for the north star to show them the way,
While others wish to the Gods they had remained in the bay
The blackness of Nott can play tricks on a man's mind,
It heightens our other senses, as it makes us go blind,
But no matter how dark the night, the situation is not dire,
As long as mankind has his old friend, the illuminating fire.
As the dew of night slowly forms on the leaves in the forest,
And the crickets and frogs gently serenade us as we rest,
We thank the Goddess Nott for gracing us with her night,
And peacefully dream in her embrace until Sunna's first light.
- Glenn Bergen, ( Ravensheart ), © Copyright, 2014.