In northern lands where winter’s touch prevails, There dwells a goddess, fierce in frigid gales, Skadi, whose visage, like the ice-clad peak, Holds secrets and desires that mortals seek.
With eyes as deep as Nordic seas at night, She walks the frost bound earth, a haunting sight, Her presence, fierce and resolute, commands, A queen of winter’s realm, in frozen lands.
Yet beneath her icy, stoic veneer, A heart concealed, a passion hidden here, In shadowed realms where love and longing dwell, Skadi’s desires, a tale she’d never tell.
For when the gods entwined her fate with sea, A mismatched union, they would come to see, A loveless match that left her heart bereft, In Njord’s warm embrace, she felt no theft.
The mountains called her, whispered in her ear, To seek a love that matched her strength and fear, In solitude, she wandered, seeking more, A love that warmed her heart to its very core.
In Skadi’s soul, a fire fiercely burned, A longing for a love, yet unearned, To find a mate who’d match her heart and soul, In icy mountains’ depths, she’d make her goal.
I would tell of love’s dark, haunting plight, Of hearts concealed in shadowed depths of night, So, too, does Skadi’s yearning heart entwine, With passion’s flame, in her, it does shine.
The goddess seeks a love, both fierce and true, A kindred spirit, a soul that knows what’s due, In Norse realms cold, where winter winds do wail, Skadi’s love, like my poems, shall prevail.
Edgar Allan Poe