He was a servant of the night - bound to Loki's side
Forced to hunger as a slave for ebbing crimson tides
She was a mistress of the moon, a spellweaver so pure
Her will she gave to Freyha's cause to weaken Loki's lure
And so they both pursued a path, though unwilling he was
To perform his task and kill the last of pure Valkyrie blood...
She knew of morbid happenings that were yet to transpire
For in her mind was prophecy - burning there like fire
"We have yet to see what is to come" came Freyha's voice to her mind
"The prophecies are limited to that which Heimdall finds
But despair not, last child of mine, for we have some hope yet