Galtr by Sorn

In his damp pit of snakes: Bright laughter, not screams, Songs of daring and dreams; Above, foeman’s heart shakes.

Without, venom and chill Boring through boar’s hide; Within, despair denied Through warmth of wisdom and will.

Lady’s embrace about The boar’s heart, flaxen hair Spun and spread to repair Kisses from worm’s snout.

True, pigs sometimes squeal, But Syr gives her swine steel.

© 2013 Sorn Skald - This poem is in the Common Domain and may be freely distributed, provided it remains unchanged including copyright notice and this License -

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