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My favorite poem, because I wrote it. It's written in a Norse style of meter and alliteration. Longfellow's "Song of Hiawatha" was written in a similar style.
My Valkyrie at my feet, what lies before me submits without being conquered fanning flames in want to quench them in her fullness yet is sparking still we dance upon the morrow songs we've sung with many voices chorus, forms both fond and friendly verse, we write anew each evening boldly brazen does she wander 'cross the span of my soul's shelter little changed, her journey takes her past receding ice of winter into melted marrow waters standing still awaiting raindrops love's light falls upon us 'twineing knots by no one hand untieing fettered by my mortal being Midgard ails for my arrival flowing as I follow footsteps of her green-eyed gaze of glory past the loves-breath singing quicker harkens unto my arrival hurry now in haste to sentry wounding that which I would succor skalds of sighing now do beckon waters steaming from the Kragger smiling does she sing the chorus as the dance is doomed to ending in faith follows flows my offer ending with a quiet murmur once again we lie together thankful of our blessed stillness Gods above do grant the lovers joy of of hearing Asgard's music |
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