Frigg Poem
Frigg, queen of the gods,
Wife of Odin, mother of all,
She weaves the fates of men,
And holds the keys to Valhalla’s hall.
In her palace, Fensalir,
She sits and sees all that will be,
She knows the secrets of the world,
But rarely does she speak, for she is free.
She is the silent seeress,
Loyal wife and mother true,
She weaves the mists of fate,
And guides the lives of those she knew.
Frigg, goddess of fertility,
Protector of hearth and home,
We honor you this day,
For you are the queen of the gods alone.
Hail to Frigg, wife of Odin,
May your wisdom and strength never fade,
For you are the mother of all,
And we thank you for your aid.
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