Katla of Kehl – My Gentle Thorn

I saw her stand where morning gleams,

Her cloak as bright as snow in dreams.

Her hair was silk, so soft and white,

Her eyes like fire in ice’s night.

No chill nor pride in her at all,

But calm and courage standing tall.

She catches the cup, she captures the flight,

She claims your heart but never your light.

A whisper, a shadow, a breeze so fair,

Once you behold her, she’s everywhere—Katla!

She laughed when a hand let a goblet fall,

A flick of her wrist—she’d captured it all.

With steady grace, like a breeze so light,

She seemed to remain in everyone’s sight.

A hush fell across that bustling room,

She stood there smiling, stronger than gloom.

She catches the cup, she captures the flight,

She claims your heart but never your light.

A whisper, a shadow, a fleeting breath,

Once you have seen her, you’ll never forget—Katla!

A scar from her battles, the mark of her years,

It only adds grace that outshines her fears;

No flawless mask, no cunning disguise,

Her beauty stands real in unwavering eyes.

Her face reveals a life bravely fought,

So gentle, yet forged by the trials she’s wrought.

She speaks without threats, fights free of hate,

For real strength needs no steel’s heavy weight;

No shouting, no rage, no ice in her stare,

Just calm conviction, unwavering care.

She shields and she guards, upholding her vow,

For Katla of Kehl stands steadfast right now.

She catches the cup, she captures the flight,

She claims your heart but never your light.

A whisper, a shadow, a fleeting breath,

Once you have seen her, you’ll never forget—Katla!

I offered a glass, she took it with grace,

Her silent smile lit the hush of the place.

No hollow glare, no cunning disguise,

Just Katla, so steadfast, so warm and wise.

I raised up my hand, she held me so fast,

A promise unspoken, a bond meant to last.

Though shadows may gather, her gaze stays bright,

Steadfast as dawn, she stands in the light.

She catches the cup, she captures the flight,

She claims your heart but never your light.

A whisper, a shadow, a fleeting breath,

Once you have seen her, you’ll never forget—Katla!

When her hand finds your skin, you feel her warm glow,

A quiet assurance no words need to show.

No fleeting illusion, no dream out of sight,

She'll stand by your side through day and through night.

She knows all the shadows yet keeps her eyes clear,

Steadfast as sunrise, undaunted by the lies.

In rose-shaded silence, she held me so near,

Throughout the long night, she banished my fear.

But more than one kiss was the promise she made,

For Katla is true—her vows never fade.

She catches the cup, she captures the flight,

She claims your heart but never your light.

A whisper, a shadow, a fleeting breath,

Once you have seen her, you’ll never forget—Katla!

They say she returns when the soft mists arise,

To those who can read all the truths in her eyes.

No games and no lies, no cunning disguise,

For once you have known her, her presence replies.

She catches the cup, she captures the flight,

She claims your heart but never your light.

A whisper, a shadow, a fleeting breath,

And once you have seen her, you’ll cherish till death—

Katla!

Katla!

So I empty my glass as I quietly pray,

That soon she’ll return in her gentle array.

With a smile that whispers, in tender display,

“Perhaps there is time for one more kiss today.”