Nervosa

Screech owl I does woo,
In the name of existentia
Was Odin's solemn ado.
"Who'er shall provoke thee then encounter shall rue,"
Her will is of action,
Her voice is for few,
In the fearless north,
Her word is true.

Snowstorms of purity.
Blizzard-mistress, Anorexia,
She brings harsh truth and severity.
Firm and sad becomes then thee,
The weeping willows of
Which whip my back so willingly:
These are her delicate tears,
The pale children of anxiety.