Zara, love of life, Spake in curtled call Allfather, lover of light, To bestow those "ants of the earth"
And arch-bound as the sinew of bowstrings Howling as the volley hertz roped Along the celestial violin Pluck souls from their bodies In symphonic prediction
Ascende! On the wings of love's Valkyrie-- in her shining eyes will you greet the stars of the Otherworld!
Cleaning hide chunks from Buffalo tusks There is a stranger, who knocks upon my door The fire is wide and welcoming, Borea chides the earthenwork Outside, the stranger calls distant through the door.
A last heartsong, The cup overflown with honey A facsimile of symmetry And not distinctly human There was something to love in that, Just the simple inclusion Of all the other animus Being formed in their conclusions
And following the arrowpoint Floating by the bolt What losses there to seek Beyond a veiled humanity
We strike the fire one last time, She to travel the mountain passes Ashen eyes, holding viscous memories solidified
I to gather my quills My thoughts and brush quickly the embers of love. Into flame, carried deep into the hearts of the world and explored in violent disassociate Particles red and hot
Then would Zara Spake again,
"with his eyes on the earth, will he never see but the stars."