Embla's song

Viking Poetry

I weave spells into his hair.

Against the black arts, against treachery.

Last night I spun a protective web around his body.

His ax is heavy, his sword is sharp.

My hair around his face, his hands around my waist.

We draw circles with our bodies.

Tomorrow brings war. 

Reviews

[John Alexander McFadyen]

This is so sexy and amazing. Short but the imagry is pronounced and sharp. Such a good poem!!!! Wow1

[Yheela]

^_^
Glad you like it!

[Kimberly "Melody" Carne..]

so powerfrul and short! I love this!

[Yheela]

Thank you very much. ^_^