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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