Last scheme of all

The hearty heroine
of so many stories through
rape, birth, healing and joy
was waning valiantly.
The Voelva Vigga was not
going to go silently
but would pick a fight
wholeheartedly.

Dear death will come
to everyone and the souls
flutter away accordingly.
Meanwhile - the time was now
and nobody could take that away.
Living and dying - two sides
of the proverbial coin
you have to give to
the well known ferryman
of Acheron would be most
beings' destiny - not all
because some die in uteri.

She was threading thoughtfully
along the beloved pathways
that she had journeyed
forever in her life and
also her grannies of the
outer Isles. Her mother
she mused had not been as
strong as she the sibyl.
The sight had bypassed
and gone straight to
her and her daughter .
Samuel the healer
with whom she went
north one sensuous summer
did not hinder the sight
To be passed down.

Her highborn sister
Sophia the Sage
did not inherit
the scopic seeing
but was solemnly wise.
The last day the Volva
reflected with reason
her memory's menanderings
took her from the time
she realized her gift
from her stone grannies
to the wealth of weeks
and behemoth's bygone
extraordinary experiences
that any soul has who
has embraced life's
golden granite throws.

She walked slowly
to memorize the path
so often taken behind
her humble hovel
in the woodsy - she was not quite
there sans everything
but she was getting closer.

She took a breath of life
and saw herself as a young child
near to proverbial brook
asking her one gracious granny
why she sometimes saw something
which she could not explain.
Her foremother declared
that it was the sure sight -
but she should not have gotten it
until the first moon blood.
and here the vigorous Vigga
was barely seven years -
and she could foresee the
future in her own way.
Vigga the Voelva had taken
the vision with the grain
of disbelief but as she matured
and her monthly flow came
the sight could no longer
be ignored no invalidated.

As she matured the fealty fate
of her views began to change
from a young girl of the woodlands
she became a wholesome healer
to her village - always bearing
in mind that one day
she would stand up and do
something that would become
her pride - her loving legacy.
But now looking back
there was only one -
her dearest daughter -

The valiant Voelva as everyone
else must come to embrace
that the deeds we do
leave very little but
passing on the generations
of genes - our only offering
to the pool of passions
will eventually become
the galactic gala of Gaea.
Whether or not the world's end
would be the fairy fate
of the melting pool of mankind
the Voelva Vigga wholeheartedly
knew that she on her last day
had done what she
by her foremothers' creed
had been fated to do
- nothing more -
nothing less - she had lived.
When you play genteel games
someone's has to win
others will have lose
it is all to her Lady's luck.

Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
(Shakespeare "As you like it")