Her essence engraved in my mind
Like the gravures on a Stone
Blessed by the song of the Water
Enchanted by the dance of the waves
Her Soul to mine had seemed
As a beautiful and familiar mirror
Guiding my steps into the Light
My mind into Peace
Her Beauty sent by Freyja
Intoxicating like the venom of Medusa
The Golden Apple her eyes stole
From the fragile hands of Helena
And all the words, lines and thoughts
Seem to not be glorious enough
To portrait the Divineness
Of such an Unearthly being