| Original Writing and Poetry |
| Surely the Gods Must Favor Me by Lord Olafr Thorvardarson (Rick Reichert) Whilst standing near my steed, My eyes did behold the fairest of maids approach. Panic assailed my treacherous heart, Revealing my cowardice for all to see. I quickly look'd about the land, Yet a place of retreat I found not. Limbs failed me, Sunk into the earth as oaks. The mare at my side then nudg'd me, Nearly tumbling me o'er in my imbalance. But alas, my spear held true, And saved me the fall. Hel take the beast! Its hide I would have for this! A viscous elbow and glare I deliver'd, As I turned to greet the maid. Words did fail me, So complete was my disarmament. Surely a poor, fool drunk, Deep in mead I must have seem'd. Yet, the maid did linger, And open'd the world and sea In the light of her smile, And depth of her eyes. To that day now I fondly look back For surely the Gods must favor me; The ancient Norns taking gentle care of my thread. Freya herself granting me a hero's gift. For see, some winters now have pass'd And springs brought back to life, And that elegant fair maid Aine, The Lady, a year now, my wife. |