No one these days likes poetry but I do. So here’s a sonnet.
Fated Norn
If wolf by paw and snow by storm
Constructs the spirit of all life,
Then out with memory, meekness and form:
Bring blood and mead and busty of wife!
Pound down the drums of vengeance, of yore!
Cull angels of dark and demons of light.
Bite hard as the bear and charge with a roar!
Meld steel with bone in a mountain of might.
As raven flies so home hearth dies
Lest every eye in sanity shut.
And as shadows crawl let leopard spies
Fold nails of justice in evil’s gut.
Gamble as the wind and leap from every peak.
For in the spider’s web there is vacance for the weak.