A voelva's why?

Vigga the Voelva pondered pensively
"Why did the new  alderman get the votes"
She shook her mahogany mane
walking slowly with her stick
weighed down by subtle worries
that she did not even really recognized.
She knew her little town by the brook
was a heaving hotbed due to influx
of old manly testosterones mainly
and where were  the women's  votes?
She sought her sister the wise Sophia
but her sister was away on a retreat
she was too upset so she had gone away.
The voelva wondered wandering
and could not think clearly - raging
anger anxiously aware of her leaping lack
of utter upper hand - useless unforgivable
hopelessness spreading through her veins.
Voelva Vigga knew she had to stop
thinking - Why did not even enter
the foolish fobs' minds and  bodies.
Fairy fauns and eerie elves had more sense
than all aldermen put together
powerful positions - wherefore and why
only histrionic history would reveal
the tremendous temerity of the choice.