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Now at the last,
as I knew well
long had I been
victories won
Weapons he gave me,
strength to the sword-arm,
skill for the skirmish,
Wisdom of words
sharper was found
than my enemies´ arrows
of my well-whetted tongue
Unharmed I went
to fields of contest
But the boons you bestowed
loan for a time,
While you were with me,
nor needed to fear
Now that you rise
first time and last,
Lifeless my limbs,
stricken as one
As a boat that was buoyed
when the weather turns wild,
Or a raven´s fair flight,
is suddenly stalled
So my skills now forsake me,
a fish from the net,
would sooner escape
I will not turn
though hooded in shadows
Death does reveal
your terrible beauty
Before you, I fall,
the gleam of your eye
seen only by those
This my last sight,
down in the darkness
your blue cloak my shroud
giving my life,
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my luck has left me
that once it would:
unbested in battle,
with Walfather´s will.
wits harder than iron:
cunning for shield,
courage for strife.
gave Odroerir´s owner;
the blade of my mind
and keener the edge
than my foes´ bluntness.
and unharmed returned,
and hale to my home.
were yours to withdraw,
gifts never mine.
I worried never
the fiercest of fights;
to ride against me
all I give lost;
torpid my tongue,
lightning has felled.
by treacherous waves,
is dragged to the deep,
borne by the breeze,
when the winds fail,
fettered I stand -
a fox from the snare
than one that you chose.
to hide from your face,
as of storms´ clouds;
what life had withheld,
hard to behold.
pierced by your gaze,
like the glint of your spear
doomed to die soon.
my star as I sink
of its dread twin;
as I pass into night
yielding my soul.
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