Retribution
The table was running with ale,
The wizard was starting his tale.
The barley-drunk swordsmen slouched near,
And tore at some dry hunks of bread,
And scowled as the sorcerer said:
“Come close and listen and fear—“
But they only glared at their beer.
Their leader unslung his long blade,
Said “You’re the one should be afraid,”
And severed a head that went thud!
The story remained never told,
The warriors pushed north in the cold,
Next Spring, they’re found frozen in mud,
Their hair matted, smeared with black blood.
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