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.
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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