I say hail to the Goddess who rides a fast horse from the east !
Her black gown covers Sunna's rays, as she crosses the heavens,
And replaces the heat of the day, with her cooling touch.
Gods call her darkness, but to me she has beauty that shines.
I say hail to the Dark Goddess who rides hard with her daughter !
She comforts me in a dark blanket, as I close my eyes to sleep,
And allows me to dream among the stars sparkling in her dress.
The Elves call her Joy of Sleep, and the little Alfar are very wise.
I say hail to the Black Swarthy Goddess, the daughter of Narfi !
Rider of Hrimfaxi, that great steed, she brings us tranquility,
And sprinkles the whole earth with dew from her mount's bit.
Dwarves call her Dream Goddess, and I could not agree more.
I say hail to the Queen of midnight, the Goddess of silence !
In the morning when I awake, I bid Nótt a fond farewell,
And search the east all day long, waiting to see her dusk.
Mankind calls her Night, but to me she is the Goddess of Peace.
- Glenn Bergen, ( Ravensheart ), © Copyright, 2014.