Fecund Power
by Wynn Dark
Fire licks across Her,
Scouring clean the land,
Laying down fertile ashes.
Wind blows across Her,
Carving ice, shaping plants.
Sea waters crash upon Her,
From which all life rises up to Her lands.
Bones of the Old One
Lay beneath Her,
Clad with soil by Her hands.
Her name is holy Jord,
Fecund and mighty,
Child of the night,
Born in the flood tide of Ymir's slaying,
Without Her all would be
Not but seabed and lifeless strand.
Hail to the dark one,
The shadow behind
The primal powers of the three kings,
The power behind many thrones
But bound to none.