An invocation to Skadhi


The howling of wolves     in the winter hills
Gladdens the heart     of the hunting goddess;
The moaning of winds    on mountain crags
Is sweet to Skadhi's ear.

Shadow lingers    below the trees
Where Skadhi passes,    silent, swift;
Her eye is sharp;    her aim is sure;
Her soul is fierce and strong.

Hail Skadhi  -  Hail the Huntress!

         - Ann Groa Sheffield


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