Born bravely in early spring’s chill
Cold wind comes to mound’s base,
Where one who knows guards his face
And far more within the hill.
Flickering fire and clanging gate
Aid the guard and his twin greed;
Golden tree snake will not bleed
Without the wands wrought with hate.
A smile: suddenly dawns the day;
Joy in jewelry laughs in her song;
Elf-wheel’s beams to right the wrong,
Again, love’s flames can leap and play.
Healing mountain, now giving and green
As heat-hold at last releases its queen.