Monday, July 16, 2018


Soon, she approached the Scald’s head;
Towards that one, Erdewyn sped,
Meaning to kill
That one with a will,
And leave that one clad all in red.

Sunday, July 15, 2018


Instead, when she opened a path
Through the guards, she directed her wrath
At the Scald’s head,
That figure of dread.
She’s wash that one in anger’s bath.

Saturday, July 14, 2018


She did not the guards all dispatch;
There were some she did not catch
Who fled far away,
And she did not stay
To hide them in death’s endless stash.

Friday, July 13, 2018


It likely took longer to do
Than ever the old tellers knew--
But she soon had done
What she had begun,
And she meant to carry it through.

Thursday, July 12, 2018


But Erdewyn danced through the flame
Of each, and left each with no name
In story or song,
And it took not long
For her--or so the tales proclaim.

Wednesday, July 11, 2018


She danced with each partner in turn,
As each of the guard thought to earn
Some semblance of fame,
Regard, or acclaim,
By being who her did then burn.

Tuesday, July 10, 2018


Soon, the guard came into sight,
And, not long after, the fight
Did once again start,
And each played a part
To strive to set things wrong--or right.

Monday, July 9, 2018


Erdewyn stood in the road
And hoped that her presence would bode
Ill for the Scald
Who worse things were called,
That she their ire would goad.

Sunday, July 8, 2018


What happened before mattered not;
No struggle for blame to allot
Will actually matter--
Let them idly natter
Who will not do what they ought.

Saturday, July 7, 2018


Seeing the dust of their feet
Rise into the air, she to meet
The oncoming band
Took up a strong stand--
She knew that she must them defeat.