What child is this?
Stand upon that brink ye mortal
Stand and scream in vain
What’s sundered has been sundered
Prometheus and chain
A bride upon a cliffside
A lover left to brutes
The world tree quakes and shudders
Nidhogg at its roots
Your fingers stiff and frozen
The ice upon your cheek
Hell has built nine circles
Nine circles bare and bleak
Stand on the brink ye god
Stand in holy pain
The sacrificial drums await
Whilst thou be the slain?
A lord to his beloved
A child in the hay
Look up, look up and wonder
All earth shall praise this day
Across the gap he steps
Heaven with a kiss
In newborn sobs of god, redeemed
What child is this?



Immediately subscribed — wow this is a really good poem!!
Thank you Elizabeth , so beautiful .