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~ 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

This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NoDerivatives License.

Image: J. Penrose, "Freya and Brisingamen", 1890.

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