Trynn's Lullaby

lie down.
let the auroch of your mind be still.
Both flame from candle and sky
surrender to darkness
as the bell tolls
it's final grace.

lie down.
let fairy words fall silent
and ancient battles be false.
Let the darkest labyrinths
of heart and mind
be filled with Freya's song.

lie down.
let the brave warrior aged by time
collapse into runic dreams.
To be soothed and healed
by the promise of peace
and the freedom from fate.

lie down.
Against the worn roots of the Yggdrasil,
while ice melts and the birch tree blooms.
Be healed and be ready noble king,
for Odin's journey leads to home,
and the mead of poetry and love.