Asgard

Bend you,your ear and
turn it from the biting wind,
 the cold has a way
of knowing where it
hurts the most,
 Listen now to the words
    I cannot speak.
This is my common face,
hold it between your chilled hands
     until they feel again
and your Etruscan light
       I hold between my own.
Though the world turns grey
    and the winds sweep all away
         we remain
              we hold up the
     roof of the sky.