Torvaldr Torgarson's Poetry


 Dichotomy
AS XXXVII
1/14/03

Ever shall the shift of
shameful Wyrd be sated.
Dance of iron daring
doom with hilt wand firmly
grasped will I, though grand the
glory of the dance with
lady, shall I linger
lost with knees of weakness.

This I wrote about myself and the couriousness, that I can fight in full armor, and yet not dance. Actually I can dance, and know several period dances. But I have weak knees. My leg armor had been designed though to support my knees. So I can actually dance, if I wore my leg armor.



 





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