She existed from the start of it,
molding stones and making mountains in her wake.
Watching over the wild of the world as the seasons changed.
She was the last of the forgotten left to make battle with the Sun.
Eternity kept her there.
She was the only one.
In the frail dips of ages,
her power began to grow.
The land was getting hotter now,
and her memory was old.
The Winter was within her.
It kept her young heart warm.
She roamed the land to collect its bits,
preparing for her storm.
Her hammer, once so mighty, could only
grant the cold of ice.
Her blue eyes, once young and shining, were now
the black of night.
With pale veins of blue and the sharpest sight,
this forgotten Goddess was ready for her fight.
to be continued…