Gullveig was said to be a promising witch
but did not have the proper guidance
her parents refused to assist her in anyway
and there were few who could match her abilities
She dabbled in arts that she should not know
as darkness danced around her
swirling round her head like her hair
blacker than a moonless night
Her robes darkened as she began to fall
white became more like dirty grey
caring little for the concerns of others
all she wanted was more power
In the end it became her downfall
as she was unable to contain her powers
it tore her body and mind apart
leaving only her tortured screams
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem