THE LAY OF HRETHULF GLAMIRSBANE, by Cullen Groves At the marriage feast of Glamir to the maiden Erna, in Glamir’s own hall of Hlodvangr, Hrethulf and his band of berserks drank the last of the mead and the feast-ale while the night was young, and the marriage yet unconsummated. Hrethulf and Glamir were shield-companions of […]

I WALK TOWARDS DEATH, by Elwin Linhirrie:   I walk towards death with every step An outcome long foretold I keep my time in numbered breaths More precious now than gold   Immortal once, or so they said A life made mortal now The curtain drops upon the stage The actor takes his bow   […]

CHIRON, by:  Gary Every:   A horse has the heart of a hurricane and while running the tail and mane flutter furiously as if in a flurry of wind. Horses often run fast just because they can but horses run different from you and me. Horses leap into the air while the earth spins beneath […]

THE TAMING OF THE BEAST, by Brinsley Gale: He rode through darkling forest mere, feeling that the dawn was near And closed his eyes to banish fear; he rode to slay the beast. The Dragon slept within his keep, tossing in a dreamful sleep By little left of a village sheep, remains of last night’s […]

THE SWORD, by Cullen Groves: OSWULF: Well, sword, how much of foemen’s blood have you drunk, And into how many breasts have you sunk, Deeper sunk than Love’s black honeyed darts? I bare another breast before your blade, Take it! Bite deep that I might be unmade, To lie in sleep’s surcease. SWORD: It matters […]