Wanderer. Gypsy. Warrior. A coalition of stardust children On a hunt for home I've laid out my welcome mat before Lit the candles Not for long Whispering, the wind picks up Moving across the tundra To howl through my iced cavities My edges are sandy shores Muspelheim soaked with sea salt love letters Loki resides on the interior Playing tricks Searching for a vΓΆlva who will guide his way Perhaps I am she Who shall never rest Until I reach Valhalla