The Earth is muffled 'neath a coat of white
In peace it sleeps, awaiting springtime Sun
The silent Moon casts down a silv'ry light
On two bright spirits, newly become one.
A sylvan lady, born in darkling wood,
Both strong and kind is Babajaga Fair.
Beside her stands sir Sleipnir, true and good
His heart and honor great beyond compare
Their love, they swear, shall last for evermore,
Nor death itself shall their sweet vow destroy
In these dark time, with darker still in store
Much hope be gained from their resplendent joy.
So let us all rejoice, that, hand in hand,
They walk as one, and thus inspire the land.