The Old Norce Hulder. Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

In forests deep, where shadows play,
A maiden walks, come what may.
The Huldra fair, with golden hair,
A beauty bright, beyond compare.

But look behind, a secret lies,
A cow's tail swishes, 'fore your eyes.
Or hollow back, a tree's old scar,
A hidden truth, however far.

She sings a song, a sweet refrain,
To lure the hearts of wandering men.
Beware her dance, her tempting smile,
Or lose yourself, for quite a while.

Respect her woods, her sacred space,
For she protects this lonely place.
A guardian she, of mountain high,
Beneath the silent, watching sky.

But if you're kind, and treat her well,
Her magic touch, a charm to tell.
For happiness and fortune too,
Huldra's gift is given to you.

T.M.Solvang