• breatheinoctober 23w

    Wynter Child

    I am a child of winter
    A daughter of Beira
    My father, Jack Frost
    I know of the Tomtes
    I've seen the Wendigos
    I'm a sister of Skadi
    And of Khione
    Auxesia visits me once a year
    I've felt the icy winds run through my hair
    The butterfly kisses from my father
    On my fingers and nose
    The moon, a sphere of milk in the night sky
    Illuminating the ivory blanket
    Set down by my relatives
    And though I wait
    In the time of Aine and Auxo
    Damia and Freyr
    I know
    Sweet Beira
    Will return for me again