The Seer in White - The Flight Of Sleipnir

Out from the mist she came

Wet from the morning rain

Her hand stretched out to me

Her face without expression

And then she spoke unto me

A foresight of destiny

Her eyes a gateway beyond

Her presence Divine

She weaves the thread of fate

She sees what the future holds

The seer in white, her staff in hand

A prophecy foretold