emergence

cool kindred lap long hour
bring right yon fearsome blunder
cringe creep go shackled flounder
burn bright bough bent asunder

Minia

She runs wildly on the morning dew - see how she conspires with the wind! Who can tie her down now? Do you dare to burn the seed of fear in her fire? She has absconded with the Feathered Cloak; dragon slippers on her feet. She will be crying golden tears; caught on the wings of Odin's ravens.