~ By Courtesy of Others ~
We welcome you in these times of longest night.
Daughter of Narvi, black as the emptiness between the stars.
Upon Hrimfaxi you draw the night;
Marriage first to Naglfari the smith of
Second to the Mountain, a dwarf Annar;
Married last to Day-Spring Dellingr, and
from this blessing
Hail to you Nott, Hail!
Your gifts to us nourish and rest, beneath your gaze we slumber.
You are named 'night' by man, 'darkness'
by the Gods,
The owl reigns in your comings and goings,
The realm of murk is yours; the pounding
of our hearts,
We enter your time, your embrace Nott.
Hail to you!
© Salena Levy (aka Anderson)
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