The Aratar

Wind and crown
a god of renown.
His domain is the sky,
where all the birds fly.

Her twilight gown
made the sun frown.
Her stars lit the way,
so that we may see the bay.

His waves clash,
  and against the shore splash.
His domain is the sea,
as troublesome as it can be.

Queen of fruits,
and wife of roots.
Her trees withered and decayed.
Knowing woe, did she let go.

Hammer in hand,
his creations planned.
Lord of the forge,
and all that craft.

Mysterious and dread,
his domain is the dead.
Giver of a curse,
that can coerce.

She who weeps,
tears did shed.
Mercy and grief
is her chief.

Fierce hunter,
pushing the front.
Atop his steed,
giving him speed.