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...
Ealdor Of The Saxons
The far tidings of the wrath of the king,
had reached the thorps of the Norsemen.
And forty years had dwined into the mist,
since a wanton madness before was felt.
The dread had suddenly become a threat,
which was to frighten women and children.
It was said in the darken abode of the dead,
the wretched thurse no longer there dwelt.
And thus under the might of King Afvaldr,