Queen of the Saxon Shore
Pennants of red, and emerald green, did stream,
Twisting in the dim light.
Shadows fell from the mute, sheer walls,
Hiding all, all from sight.
Warrior queen, daughter of Woden, hidden god,
Thou that bears the Silver spear;
Look to the sea, the great North Sea, search now,
For the lost, look for one dear.
Mistress of the West, Queen of the Saxon Shore,
Ruler of the dark, gray Main;
Look to the South, to the far, burning South,
Look for the warrior, now slain.
Mistress of the fortress, Sister of Ravens,
Priestess of the Lost Realm;
Look for the warrior, search for the Knight,
Lord of the Golden Helm.
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