Mōðor

 

You knifed him. Your foe-biter licked his side
And wasted him, out of town. You did not know
That my blood too was lathered on the blade,
His blood my blood, my breaking heart his own.
You could not hear my keening for the kill,
You did not know the victims of the murder
Outnumbered you: but you will learn. You shall
Have killed a Grendel, soon to meet his mother.

 

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s