When Sðl bathed Rind's rival
In Mardoll's eyelash-dew,
And the powers of dwarves burden
Gazed from home of the chosen few,
Then the mother of the earth-ring-bane,
Ygg's first tree-clad bride,
Danced gaily neath the world-hall's flame
And adder's ease betide.
Yet valley fish rest lightly,
The sea-thread writhes and coils,
For corpse-brand-thorns spread Northway
O'er Blain's skull-fetter's soils
To provoke the deaths of arm-fire-heirs
Of nine-wave-mothers' son.
With third's deserted wife daimed theirs
Thus the Ragnarok's begun.
Now Onar's only daughter
Lies beaten, raped, betrayed
Since Rome has waded Ægir's road,
Called Vidrir's line its slaves.
Yet Svolnir mourns Night's broken child
Who neath the elfdisc trod,
On whom the all-bright wave-fire smiled,
The beloved of the raven god.
Writer(s): Martin Albert Lee
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