Not of Æsir-blood nor Jotun womb Not content to know mortal tombs
Wandering through vast and arid lands Climbing mountains with maidenly hands
Delicate breath spake of damaged things Like butterflies with wounded wings
North wandered Lilith, maid of the Moon Hoping to find love one day soon.
Thereupon she came to one great land so long had she run she could barely stand
So long had she run, so far, so late in this hour, all she knew was hate
Tired of hate, fearful of fear. Lilith allowed no spirit near
In desolation lost, dear Lilith wept And in Nátt’s darkness, sad Lilith slept.
She slept long, and had dreams dire Of those who had loved her: demons and liars!
An evil woman she had in lost days been Her name was Lilith, a queen of evil Menn
But of those times she dreaded Tired of evil, to a new future she headed
“Menn are not the only ones who can change their stars!” Lilith thought as she voyaged far.
In this land was wolf and bear Fields of grass and flowers fair
Ribbons of lights danced in the blue sky And Lilith knew that she had at last arrived
A place of nature, a place of the wild The wandering Dísir explored like a child.
Still of her quest, this Dísir knew There was one thing yet left to do.
An altered nature, a changed name Though her own efforts were made lame
Only in Menn does this power lay And so Lilith sought one out beginning that day.
Across the land she flew To find the one who held a future new
She needed an innocent, a child with no hate So she crept into a bed at an hour late
“I am Lilith,” to the sleeping child she said Guarding from fear, protecting that bed
“You have the power to change my stars For that reason I have come from afar.”
Lilith then stood by the child for years Loving her just as she would her own dears
She watched as the child grew The time was near, hopeful Lilith knew.
But a jealous god came from the east Knowing Lilith’s name would make him least
He was that he was, a terrible flame The god could not afford Lilith’s new name
He drew the child away with fear Hoping that Lilith would never again come near
But the god forgot the child’s heart and the child would not bear to be apart.
The child, now grown, returned from shame Ready to give the Dísir her new name
“Vanafriðr, your name will be,” the mortal said “Lovely are you who protected my bed.”
Under fair and starry skies, the name rang true And Lilith said simply “Thank you.”
And then Lilith laid down and died And it was Vanafriðr who rose and opened her eyes.