~ By Courtesy of Others ~
Uthyr's fear
My doom is the light of copper
Fresh as the morning breeze
Pale skin hidden from the sun
Walks my way.
Eyes like Jara Lakes
Speaks Freya´s gifts
Great Valley between two hills
Walks my way
I, sword-wielder, death-dealer,
Leader of bold brave men
Quake in my boots, lo !
Freya incarnate
Walks my way.
Tyr, I need your courage
Frey, your charm
Odin, I ask for sweet words
She smiles at me
Tonight I sing a song
Spear-work well done, lust ran wild
Her greatest gift given willingly
Joyfully together we walk my way.
© Uthyr
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Image: J. Penrose, "Freya and Brisingamen", 1890.