Astrid awaits upon a cold, rocky shore;
A mysterious Viking princess of northern lore.
Long ribbons of hair so pale;
Dance violently upon an icy gale.
What Astrid waits for, none can say;
She sings to the moon on a wolf’s bay.
Could it be a lover she waits for both day & night?
A brave explorer that has sailed from her sight?
A handsome young Norseman with a sword at his hip?
Did he leave her heart broken with only a kiss on her lip?
Astrid’s silhouette is a cut out against the moon;
Waves crash upon the rocks as she dances to a silent tune.
A Northern wind scours the land;
Looking out over the dark, angry sea she awaits upon the sand.