Home of Mist, Bliss, and Silence

Nothing but white, and a little more

The horizon, not visible to the naked eye

Fog envelops the land, sweeping away the details

Outlines of the tree and other assorted shrubbery

The smell of wet grass and fresh wood and vanilla

Fenrir, covered in brown and black spots, sits

A slight panting, as it stares off into the distance

The Nifl, an enigma, without a cause

It is just there until it is not

An inevitable sense of bliss

Just the sound of air rustling nature’s blades of Nidavellir

Vidar, a double entendre and an epithet 

Thus love and comfort all wrapped up in a neat package

And then there was the girl

With the look and prose of a valkyrie

Her head upon mine, forehead on forehead

Noses grazing, and wide smiles

As Fenrir watches with his brown, dull eyes

Just two people, the girl and I

Sitting on a concrete bench viewing the world go by

In slow motion as the water vapor infests the atmosphere

But there is no world without the girl

The silence continued as what seemed to be an eternity

Time passes, glances exchanged

Golden glistening eyes, dilating, scanning

Like throwing a pig’s skin into a furnace 

Legs across one another like a lotus

I found my place in the world

And it is with her, as she hugs me tight like a koala

In what should be pitch black in the middle of the night

With Fenrir, standing off in the distance, wanting for an immediate leave 

But all there is is the white backdrop of Valhalla behind her

© Niklen 11/14/18