Disclaimer: Me no own. Gravity.
In the land of the towering tree,
I met a lady fair and kind.
Daughter of the wise Ivaldi,
Blessed with the fruit of life.
In loving matrimony we were wed,
At Asgard we lived in eternal youth
Yet one day she vanished, filling the gods with dread,
And from Loki we extracted the terrible truth.
Without her the gods began to turn old and gray
And so the trickster was sent to retrieve her, and in a flash
He found her at Jotunheim and spirited her away
Back to the land of heaven and ash
Freed from age and freed from strife
Dear Idunn's golden apples of life
A/N: Just a short poem I wrote with the bard's skill, "Apples of Idunn", in mind. Rhyming is hardddd. Also, it's based on that one story in the Edda where Loki takes Idunn to Pjazi.