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the wolf-kissed had returned with riches
pride washed over the rugged features
of this warrior so strong, so vicious,
that swiftly melt upon seeing the jarl's wife; it was suspicious.
the longhouse was the obvious destination;
nay, they passed much deeper into the trees.
his stomach churned with so foreign of a sensation
when his blues met the hut of the gentle breeze.
the wolf-kissed knew something was wrong.
tiny young sobs reached his ears;
as he drew nearer, people steer clear─
leaving the wolf-kissed alone in this home of yours,
leaving him alone behind your doors.
the hand on his arm was forlorn; sad,
understood even in the absence of her words
his blues falls on the still white; a tad
too weird, leaving him silent as dead lords.
the wolf-kissed knew something was wrong.
"they found her on the outskirts," she said,
"red staining the soil beneath her."
"it was swift; her breath had left as she bled,"
"bare and defenseless as she were."
.
.
.
one winter ago, you fled─
gone to the arms of the allfather
for a moment, the shire was dead
along with your soul; silence filled its corners.
one winter ago, you were cold─
warm breath absent from your lips
so were your smile; no one could've foretold
the lonely demise to be your last trip.
who would've thought they'd be the one
to send you alight in the so tall of the fire,
somber light in the dark; when it was done,
the champion remained with his ire.
little did you know, the wolf-kissed had his eyes on you.
those blues, albeit vague, adored the beauty
in the form of a mere lady so bright,
one of so few who can lift the gloomy
moods and place her mirth like the light
in small spaces of green and yellow leaves.
even as he stood tall with his jarl; his brother,
the gods would lead his gaze on you.
ah, sad that you would never believe
he had always kept a piece of his heart for you.
little did you know, the wolf-kissed had his eyes on you.
the fierce warrior, the ravens' drengr,
feared by foes, adored by many,
wanted to be seen by one he so desire;
the mere lady of wonder and jolly
alas, he knew where his duties lie
the souls he held in his palms
the trust and burden he couldn't deny
alas, his shoulders were the heaviest on the nine realms─
so you would never want him, he thought.
how was he supposed to know that
you, whose endearing self he sought,
were chosen first to leave the hut?
little did you know, the wolf-kissed had his eyes on you─
as your body dissipated into ashes,
black, grey, remained yet wafting in
the cold of that winter; it changes
the calm in his eyes to fire deep within.
rage and thirst for revenge toppled his sanity
broken and bloodied be damned
oh, do spare the wolf-kissed some pity─
─for he had lost you and your gentle hands.
oh, little did you know, the wolf-kissed had his eyes on you─
he was too late, and so were you;
your stones were still and rigid before him.
ah, sad that the champion and the true
could only mourn and sung you a hymn;
odin, keep her safe and return her home─
─for she was now so far beyond my reach.