The Swan - Ofdrykkja

Forlorn

Dancing alone on a desolate shore

Forsaken, like so many times before

Radient

Like a shimmering light

Spreads her snow-white wings so bright

Shining

Her feathers made of purest silk

Shrouded in mist, like a blanket of milk

Tired

Opened her beak to sing her throat sore

And sang like she had never sung before

Silence

A song of great knowedge and lore

She sang, and then she sang no more