The Troll Queen's Bride
Jarngrimr winked from below on the deck: "Parroting my songs are you, turtledove? I composed that for my old love Freida, now enemy. How about you top this one, Yolanda? And Turry - you must sing too!"
We all belly laughed, Yolanda throwing me like a shining coin into the aether, snow blushing white down on my cheeks, then she caught me with the elegance of a dappled mare.
Jarngrimr belted:
I move like the winds through a pine barren
and my heart is crystallized, atrophied ice.
My sclera are fogged with the dead, bleeding
souls of my raven boys, don’t touch the gale
of my lungs, for I breathe out ruin and rue.
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