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Jormundgand's Breath
It is to the serpent I pray,
Who girds the world
against dissolution.
I call it true:
Jormundgand’s breath,
the thick fog rising
from the mighty ocean’s body
that heralds Your presence
resting beneath,
the unknowable currents of
of Aegir’s realm.
It is a comfort.
You cannot be known,
Serpent-child,
sired by Asgard’s cunning and fiery God
on a Warrior of untold might.
But You can indeed be honored.
© Sophie Oberlander