Bound and frozen by winter’s cold blow,
Frostbitten fate as time and hope slow.  
Nine nights wandering the shadow,
Light and sight blinded and laid low. 
Suffocating on the mist of suffering,
Weathering to the dusk of despairing.
Wind-torn by bane and iced over in pain,
Wayfarers’ yearning calls on her name.
Her dawn glows and vigor grows,
As she comes from the east, we prepare her a feast. 
Rains of restoration quench the thirst of cultivation. 
Rays of regeneration spark the inner light of acceleration.
Nature’s enchantment is in the garden of immortality. 
Beauty blooms and songbirds sing.
Youth, renewed by rising rays of inspiration,
Quicken the pulse of passion.
Twilight of truth no longer concealed,
Arising aurora of awareness enlightened. 
A racing heart of intuition,
A spirit of creativity,
The Eternal Flame energized by the embers in her eyes.
Her fiery radiance warms the skin of my soul.
Ethereal tears wash away the frost with a storm 
of lightning and rain.
The Goddess breathes softly into the void of hope.
The gentle breeze caressed the universe of my soul.
My Goddess and protector of vitality,
Initiator of my voyage and destiny, 
Brings forth the essence of light and life,
Awakens the Odin-quest to the traveler of trials.
She strengthens the striving seeker with runes 
of courage and wisdom,
To slay the darkness from the kingdom.
Entering elucidation through meditation,
The veil is lifted in Astral Projection.
Queen of spring reflecting in my dreams,
Face and voice eternal in the memory of moonbeams.
Star of Hyperborea,
Moving with stellar harmony,
Kindling the Ariesian fire within me,
Marking the celestial origin of goodness with astrology,
Epically electrified with resolve by her embrace of me.