A Call to Ran

A Call to Ran -

Storm clouds form, dark
Ran.
And the wind rises
Ran, hear us calling
“Ran!” as the waves break the prow.

Ice is forming
Ran.
Screaming lines splitting
Ran, hear us calling
“Ran!” ocean’s horse is breaking now.

To your arms we will fall
We bring offerings for your hall
Hand wrought precious Aegir’s Fire
For we know what you desire.

Hear us calling
“Ran!”
Cold salt water fills our lungs.
We are dying, Ran,
In your nets our bodies hung.

Save us from the inky depths
We would serve you in our debt
We would sup with you at table
Willing hands we will prove able.

Storm clouds form, dark
Ran.
And the wind rises
Ran, hear us calling
“Ran!” as the waves break the prow.

Ice is forming
Ran.
Screaming lines splitting
Ran, hear us calling
“Ran!” ocean’s horse has broken down.