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The Tale of Ísmær
#REDIRECT [[The Tale of Ísmær]]
 
''In'' the ''an''cient '''S'''kald-'''S'''ongs
 
'''S'''tories of the north-land,
 
'''T'''old by swift-'''T'''ongued elders,
 
'''T'''ell of mighty giants
 
And o'''F''' hero’s '''V'''alor,
 
'''V'''alhalla and Asgard.
 
And the i'''C'''e-born Í'''S'''mær,
 
'''S'''now-maid, clever, fairest.
 
 
By '''TH'''e nor'''TH'''ern sea-gate,
 
'''TH'''ere dwelled lovely Ísmær.
 
Daugh'''T'''er of no mor'''T'''al,
 
'''T'''ime, not woman, birthed her.
 
'''L'''ived she in the snow-'''L'''ands,
 
'''L'''onely, on an island,
 
Blis'''S'''ful, and not '''S'''eeing
 
'''S'''orrows of the far-world.
 
 
Ísmær '''S'''at on '''S'''outh-shore,
 
'''S'''ummer months beginning.
 
Sky above '''D'''id '''D'''arken,
 
'''D'''ragon dropped from earth-ends!
 
Long a'''S''' '''S'''even warships,
 
'''S'''cales like hard-forged iron.
 
Sent by '''D'''eath-boun'''D''' Hela,
 
'''D'''ark-world’s overseer.
 
 
'''H'''ela, in '''H'''er death-hall,
 
'''H'''ad four carven marble
 
'''S'''eeing-'''S'''tones of power.
 
'''S'''aw eye-tale inside stone,
 
Í'''S'''mær’'''S''' god-wrought beauty.
 
'''S'''ent forth dragon northward,
 
Want-rage creeping through '''H'''er.
 
'''H'''ers great beauty would be !
 
 
Ísmær, fear-'''S'''ense ri'''S'''ing,
 
'''S'''natched by dragon’s talons,
 
Though'''T''' of how '''T'''o life-keep,
 
'''T'''o her island return.
 
“'''H'''ow '''H'''ave I offended?
 
'''H'''ave I given insult?
 
i'''F''' I have, '''F'''orgive me,”
 
'''F'''orth spoke to her captor.
 
Then did '''T'''urn the '''D'''ragon,
 
'''T'''o its heart her words went.
 
Said it the'''N''' u'''N'''to her,
 
“'''N'''o insult have you given.
 
Hela Dea'''TH'''-Queen sent me,
 
'''TH'''at she might have beauty.
 
Now I re'''G'''ret '''G'''reatly
 
'''G'''oing to her service.”
 
 
'''H'''ela, in her death-'''H'''all,
 
'''H'''eard the conversation.
 
Anger '''R'''ose within he'''R''',
 
'''R'''aged she at her servant.
 
Cried she of hi'''S''' fal'''S'''eness,
 
'''S'''ent she forth a fell-storm,
 
Sea to '''W'''ater-'''W'''alls turned,
 
'''W'''inds to icy hammers!*
 
 
Ísmæ'''R''' and the d'''R'''agon,
 
'''R'''ising on the soft-winds,
 
From the nor'''TH''' '''TH'''e storm came,
 
'''TH'''or-force wind surrounded.
 
Ísmær forth '''T'''o Hela
 
'''T'''old her this, “O Lady,
 
You storm-'''T'''oss The faul'''T'''less.
 
This, i'''T''' makes you happy?”
 
 
'''H'''ela, in '''H'''er death-hall,
 
'''H'''eard the words of Ísmær.
 
Stopped she '''TH'''en '''TH'''e dark-storms,
 
'''TH'''or-force winds no longer.
 
'''D'''anger there '''D'''eserted,
 
'''D'''ragon flew on freely.
 
Lan'''D'''ed it on white-san'''D'''
 
'''D'''own it laid fair Ísmær.
 
 
In the ancient '''S'''kald-'''S'''ongs
 
'''S'''tories of the north-land
 
Tel'''L''' of maiden’s va'''L'''or-
 
'''L'''ucky man can best it.
 
In the well-buil'''T''' mea'''D'''-hall
 
'''T'''oast they the Ice-Maiden.
 
“Hail,” cry '''W'''orthy '''W'''arriors,
 
“'''W'''on her life with words!”
 
 
* I couldn’t give up the great line, but I couldn’t find a rhyme either.
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