Tainted is he
alone by the road
who wakes the sleeping beast.

For fever and mead
the rules bent here
a sickening slab of beef.

In time for a gash
or gaze of sundress
the wiles of want will be.

For fevers ensued
and the giants exclaimed
"For pussy we'd cut off our heads."

09/05/2011

Author's Note: Reading Norse Mythology

Posted on 09/05/2011
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