Franc Rodriguez Poems
Bite Of The Apple Of Idunn
A deadly curse began to flit upon the clans,
and the clansmen with such a swift wrath.
It came from beyond the dales and the thorps,
making the striplings grow hoary and old.
They were bereaved of youth and their werd,
was becoming dark and bleak amid their path.
The sundry athelings fell to its amansed grasp,
and the riddle would start to unfold.
With a dearth of answers the elders gathered,
the eight to seek to unravel the blinding dern.
A ruthless slough betided on the striplings,
who hitherto were quickly dying amain.
The curse had spread and...
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,