Bemantl'd is the sky
Atop the fjord, alone I sit
Thoughts ever plagued by thee
No solace found in hunt or hearth
No flagon's depths will ease
The aching edge lodged in my flesh
The sharpest yet I've seen
I've bested foes with iron thews
Decked halls with fierce prey's glow'r
Yet 'tis this wound unseen that lays
This fearsome warrior low.
I'm sure Cathal has recited this very thing to a few Rjurik maids :P
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