Monday, March 19, 2018


Faster and faster, Þurn struck
At Erdewyn, who still had luck
Enough to evade
Each swing of the blade,
Though she knew that she’d soon be stuck.

Sunday, March 18, 2018


Erdewyn fled from each blow,
Knew if she didn’t, she’d go
Where her old master
Had gone, but much faster--
Though that he’d gone none did know.

Saturday, March 17, 2018


But Þurn settled not for one blow;
He meant for her to death to go,
So he swung again,
A sharp trail without end
Upon which he would send his foe.

Friday, March 16, 2018


Þurn first lashed out with his blade,
And his strike did she well evade;
With no edge to hone,
No sword of her own,
She yet knew the game to be played.

Thursday, March 15, 2018


The weary Erdewyn stood tall
To answer the unspoken call
Made by Þurn’s approach,
And without reproach,
They held the attention of all.

Wednesday, March 14, 2018


Yet the efforts he spent were for naught,
For still on the townspeople fought,
And though many fell.
Still could they tell
That matters might go as they ought.

Tuesday, March 13, 2018


The townfolk, he felled as he came,
Leaving those he met the same
As beasts of the field,
Did they fight or yield;
Each met, he slaughtered as game.

Monday, March 12, 2018


He approached through the melee
While his forces strove for the day
But were often spurned;
The town the fight turned
Or, at least, held attackers at bay.

Sunday, March 11, 2018


Even so, she ‘gan to tire
As the count of her vict’ry rose higher,
And Þurn saw a chance
To on her advance
And make her prepared for her pyre.

Saturday, March 10, 2018


She dealt with them all as before
She had dealt with many and more.
With a mighty clout,
She laid each one out,
Felling in time several score.