Cascading dragons on the frigid sunrise,
Bobbing up and up-and down.
From Midgard the serpent’s tail,
The Raven standard upon her sail,
The beast’s womb of Aesir men,
Magnificent feet wrapped in linen.
Biters skinned and bane of arrows mount
Braided beards and frozen frowns,
Come here the hiss of frosted breath
The rattle of chainmail upon their haggard chests.
Odhinn smiles in Merrymoon,
‘Neath the gentle swarm of far-swum blues.