VESPER

THE BIRTH OF YMER

The sparkling flames of Muspelheim, oh rose hip soup so red, the chilling cold of Nifelheim, oh vanilla ice cream, the Völva’s dream, the creation of Ymer’s bed.

THE FLAG OF SOLFERINO

Long before the baguette, but not before the mozzarella, there was the soldier and his bayonet, and the dream of Italia Bella.