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Sonnet 32
Hel! My warm heart beats for yours so frozen,
Goddess of Sorrow and Queen of the Dead,
I am honored to be one you've chosen.
I, too, know the weight of woe in my bed.
For your tragic beauty were you banished
From Asgard to Niflheim, land of ice,
And in its darkness all your joys vanished,
Save the love of Sif's son, your only vice.
Ullr he was called, your warm source of light.
He came in your halls of famine and strife.
He thawed your chambers and brought summers bright.
Alas, he hid you from Skadi, his wife.
Your cold heart shattered when you learned he'd lied.
The river Gjöll filled with the tears you cried.
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