In the grand poetic tradition of the Eddas, I weave a tale of gods and goddesses, Of Skathi’s love for Baldr, a love divine, In the ancient realms where legends entwine.
In the icy halls of Jotunheim she dwelled, Skathi, fierce huntress, in her stories held, Her heart unyielding, her spirit strong, In the land of mountains where she did belong.
Baldr, fair and radiant, in Asgard’s grace, A god of beauty, with a gentle face, His laughter, like the sun, warmed every heart, A love story destined, from the very start.
From Jotunheim’s peaks to Asgard’s golden throne, Their love’s sweet melody forever known, Skathi’s arrows found their mark, love’s sweetest game, Baldr’s smile ignited a celestial flame.
In Odin’s mighty hall, their love did burn, A passion that the gods could not discern, Skathi’s strength, Baldr’s grace, a perfect pair, In each other’s arms, they found solace there.
In winter’s cold and summer’s warming light, Their love endured, a beacon in the night, Two souls united, bound by destiny’s call, In each other’s love, they stood strong and tall.
Skathi, fierce and wild, and Baldr, fair and true, Their love’s enduring flame forever grew, Through trials and triumphs, come what may, In the stars of Norse myth, their love holds sway.
So let this Edda sing their love’s refrain, Of Skathi’s heart and Baldr’s golden reign, In the annals of time, their love shall last, A saga of devotion, from the distant past.