Torvaldr Torgarson's Poetry


 Feeling Norse
AS XXVII
1/30/03

The speech of Mjolnir soars
and sweeps, the heavens weep
with fright and terror. Fast
the flash of light and wind,
when red the wrath of Thor
is raised. No Joten sleeps
in halls that shake as heard
the herald's voice of doom.

As the title implies, I was just feeling very Norse that day.




 





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