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~ Poetry Duel ~

Word-War

Two noble foes I see gathering hosts on the war-plain, 
Two poets eager for battle, who Ygg has stirred unto strife.

Equal of strength yet unlike, the rivals stand ready,
Each hoping honor to win from Odhroerir´s Owner.

Well-whetted words the skalds are sending as spearheads, 
Steadfastly, lines are advancing, soon will the stanzas engage.

Speech-runes are spelled and sharply hiss in the air,
Webs of verses are woven to fetter the foemen.

Keen-edged tongues are their swords, and pens are their lances;
On the blank field of battle not blood but ink will be shed.

The first spear is flying, but words and weapons are two-edged,
by wit it is caught and hurled back over the enemy.

Both armies now given to him, Grim laughs as he watches;
no matter which side gains or loses, the Father of Battle will win.

© 2005 Michaela Macha

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