Noora's Song

I sing the Goddess that is in all,

who gilds the wheat and sun born rye,

who, in dreaming plains we seek her call

In the greenwood, in the elms that fall

from sundered root to shaken ply

Her eternal verse brings breath to all

In the hornèd moons that nightly rule

her silver sisters dance the sky

and from dreaming plains attend her hall

Even in the sore and weeping gall

there is the ballad which brings release

there is the Goddess of great and small

In streams deep and mountains tall

from lover’s rage to felled knight’s wreath 

Zöe sings her song, who is in all

Do not dread and shrink from winter’s pall

or of Luna’s chill bite be dismayed

For Zöe, dying, sleeps in snowy shawl 

And Springs born to sing the gilded corn

so broken hearts are once more allayed

when mourning moons break to Sun of Morn

---Excerpt from The Princess of Aenya

by Nick Alimonos with Michael-Israel Jarvis