Franc Rodriguez Poems
I was too blind to see the tart skene that whetted my heart.
I was a fool to believe that your words of love bore meaning.
There left doleful and glum, as you tore my heart apart.
Henceforth, I was condemned to accept this dreadful feeling.
There whereupon I languished in my sullen lassitude quickly.
Hitherto I sought to then overwhelm my sorrow and grief.
I was forced to continue within the depth of my obscurity.
Forlorn and beguiled, I searched for solace and relief.
You kinked my heart and plaited it through wantonness with ease.
How was I to know you were a jilt,...
Rise Of The Striplings
The war betwixt the Gods had ended,
the sons of Aesk were born on the dale.
And their offspring were thus weaned,
upon the hands of the mighty Gods.
They strove on the hulls of the longships,
they would come afterwards to sail.
Onto many far away lands they wended,
and onto the fields of new abodes.
They yode like foregangers of the yore,