Gord

2020-07-29 05:43 am

Storm the earth, Storm the sea,
Arrive in myth, the people be,
Not given bronze, not given sons,
Living gaunt outside a lodge.
Singing swans, singing songs,
Zinc, gold, silver, iron, copper,
In hefty sums, no bitten tongue.

Dearth they arrive, murder at night,
No allies, wyrms or fires to fight.
Death they provide.