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The men of two-hawks take the hill
Look down upon their sundered swan kin
Logan turns his face to the wind
To search for William’s bright brandTwo they were on field of the dead
Two lost, not found by living menCold men from across the Blue-Land
None colder than Eric Blood Axe
High raise the wound-wolf in hunger
Never sated with swan’s-heart-rainTwo they were on field of the dead
Two lost, not found by living menForth in challenge he strides the first
Seeking for the dance-of-iron
Torvald, Skald of the Dark Claw’s Hall
Shoulders through to meet him in painTwo they were on field of the dead
Two lost, not found by living menBold in its thirst the Torvald’s Bane
Striking with a snarl filled with rage
Turned aside by hilt-wand in its wrath
Torvald strikes the One-Eye’s-FuryTwo they were on field of the dead
Two lost, not found by living menSeek not on the field for the Dane
Nor for the one who stood against him
Tonight they stand in Odin’s Hall
Drinking deep the Valkyries songTwo they were on field of the dead
Two lost, not found by living men
This is one of my earlier skaldic works. I do make use of kennings, some original. And use an 8 syllable count used occasionally in the 12th century. I did not work the alliterative riming in to this piece, but was very happy with the result. By virtue of the stef this poem would be classified as a drapa, although it is a bit short. -- Torvald
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