
Originally Posted by
TullSadum
Hi all,
my short version I posted in the sticky, but in the process a proper ballad evolved
which I would like to share with you here:
This is the story of a fierce little girl,
Who learned how to swing like a wind in a whirl.
She préffered the axe, the broad double blade,
From silver to gold, with higher upgrade.
Her hair was orange, her demeanor was stern,
Her clothing was scanty, her armour: pure brawn.
Piercing blue eyes, made everyone yearn,
But no-one could call her, for her name was unknown.
Whilring and twirling in search of a name,
In from the north, to the village she came.
All had gone raiding, the village was bare,
And only the maidens and builders were there.
The maidens were stunned by her looks and grim face,
Fearing attack, to the town hall they'd race.
The builders were busy, and couldn't care less,
But one took a chance on this wild princess:
I'm nordic too, he began, from Finland.
See this hammer, I wield in my hand?
I protect folks here, with walls that I build,
Defences and storages, that hold all the gold.
Our girl was stricken, but yet was aloof,
She eyed the hammer and took it as proof
Of his godly powers and finally pleaeded
Of him to grant her the name that she needed.
She offered her love for the name that he'd yield
But it must be unique! And the deal was sealed.
Now the builder had rushed to this level of power,
but not maxed his wits, and suddenly cowered.
He needed a name, and he needed it fast!
He looked to his prize, and faltered, aghast!
Her temper was kindled, her axe she had raised,
His mind was racing, his looks became crazed.
She was ready to strike at signs of deceipt.
The stout hearted builder, nearing defeat,
suddenly spoke, with a voice that grew stronger:
When tales were told, of a world that was younger,
You came from the skies, to carry them all,
who'd fallen, to feast in that famous Val-hall.
Serve me then too, your fabled good mead,
For from now you shall be my true Valkyrie.
Enjoy
TS
feel free to add your works here, too.