Devotional poem to Skadhi


Teeth and claws in the dark
No growth nor movement ‘pon her mark
Free she is, in Winter’s depth,
and catches me ‘pon my breath

Hard as stone and less forgiving
Yet soft as the river in which she’s sitting
A blanket of comfort to those she does know,
but to all else – cold, sharp snow

The killing arrow’s chilling whistle
A vengeful whisper to make men bristle
“The rapist’s tool, be removed”,
Her favour gained when this is proved

Force of avalanches, fury
Strides boldly and prowls illusory
Casts her wrath within hailstones
Hear her laugh in snapping bones

With the cold, never part
Skadhi; The Frozen Heart.