Jólablót Poem

Jólablót

Cold nights finally came

the wind moans outside

the hearth burns in red flame

my spirit goes far and wide

Frozen trees bore no leaf

darkness falls harsh and cold

snowstorms filled with grief

mountains moaned ; forests groaned

Golden halls full of light

merry singing and tales of old

joyful ghosts came through the night

reminding us of our own folk

Wolves howl upon the gale

and ravens took their flight

we lift our spirit with ale

the land withers in icy blight

Candles lit in the room

rain and snow ceased

darkness dwindle in the gloom

our voices were released


Arith Härger

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