350 . The Wolves' - Feast
The great sea - stallion rides hard over Aegir' s domain,
Pushed ever onward by the billowing wind - catcher.
The sea - beast is led by the fierce dragon wave - breaker,
As the widow - makers venture off to the land of Britain.
When Kári becomes weary, and his gift to man has no force,
It is time to battle with the slacking Jotun, who has grown calm.
The wounded sea cries out in despair with each mighty stroke,
As the feeder - of - wolves stab their wooden swords into Ran's - Nursery.
Ivar, King of the Norse, holds on firmly to the ski of the helm,
His arm snake glimmers in the glowing light of Mani' s smile.
The heavens guide them along the ship's - road, as the Gods protect,
He steers west using Aurvandil' s toe as a point of reference to navigate.
The Bringer - Of - Morning flames up from behind them in the east,
Lighting the rock strewn wave - breaker with her blessed smile.
Sixty battle - walls are held in place ready to protect their masters,
While sixty carrion - makers wait to be unsheathed to go to war.
The shield - rulers jump over the side of the sea - beast onto Jord's - lap.
With their wound - sickles gleaming brightly they head for the wolves' - feast,
Much serpent's - dew was spewed forth across the hallowed death clearing,
And that night many of the shield - bearers feasted with the chooser of the slain !
- Glenn Bergen, ( Ravensheart ), © Copyright, 2015.