Freyja
lady of love and the fallen
aetherFreyja takes half the battle-slain into her hall and teaches even the gods the seiðr magic of fate; to dream of her is to feel desire and grief braided into a single bright thread.
Fragments
She weeps tears of red gold for a husband who wanders, and rides through the dusk in a chariot drawn by two great cats.
Half the honored dead are hers before ever Odin counts his own; love, she has always known, keeps close company with loss.
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