Betwixt the Branches of Fjord - Adam Archer - Year 1

Betwixt the branches of fjord, he relayed,
‘Neath sky black cloak swept; “Boreas’ burning”,
He fell to whale’s way, as wave-swine decayed,
Clinging to headland of swords, mind’s worth: none.

Hler’s land swept on, as battle-light sank low
Linked chain gripping the most monstrous swell,
He tore away armour; death’s light did grow,
He gave up his fight as flame bid farewell.

Yet death’s light did fade as hope of home turned,
His breaker of rings would shout merry once more,
For his girl of the houses his mind did now yearn,
He strode through Hler’s land, mind’s worth, his to hoard.

Egir’s daughters swept, his mind on spear-din,
His sweeping strokes cut, of home he did sing.