Forgotten Ground Regained
Mistletoe
Géac the Gandring · yonder journeyedTo fell giants · with fatal art,Dealing deathstokes · with droll banterMocking their dullness, mirthful his slaughter,For ettins had sacked · his old homeland,And to turn tables · tickled him wildly,The sport pleasing. From spectres he learnedOf a sword and a ring, singular in nature,By a dwarf hoarded · in a dark cavernPast a haunted heath · like Hel’s landscape.Following counsel, he found the caveAnd pitched a tent · in a place favouredTo cast shadows, craftily snaringAnd binding the dwarf, blinded by sunlight,To Géac’s keeping · yielding his treasures:Dripring which drops · each day a ring,And Mistletoe of lore, the mighty swordA deathdream warned · would drink godblood,Allsharp its edge · and allpiercing.
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