She is the shield maiden
A lady fierce
Wild as the great southern wind
With a strength that has been built from her bones.
She is the warrior
Her power is echoed with each breath
And a beat that drums just for her.
Her skin is woven of hope
Strengthened in her fiery song.
Yes, she may be a maiden
But she carries with her the flag of all the battles lost
Of the ones who came before.
May we celebrate her victory
For she is the rainbow.
The sweetest skjoldmø.