Art done for issue #08 of Smite Community Magazine :gameonmag.com/portfolio/smite-…
" Iðunn, our fair maiden, with flowing golden hair,
Bestow on us your apples, our lives that you may spare.
Iðunn, our fair maiden, without you we grow old,
The power of your apples - too precious to behold.
Our faces crease and wizen, our hair thins and turns white,
Such is life without Iðunn, her apples not in sight.
Iðunn, return to us! We grow old and weary,
Life without The Ever Young is so dark and dreary.
A bird on the horizon, a nut in its beak,
Iðunn has returned to us, savior of the weak.
The apples, fairest Iðunn, grant us from them much brawn,
We’ll fight with you in battle ‘til all enemies are gone. "