Outside rain fell aloofly
Slick mires admired warriors wading therethrough
Suckholes underfoot, many a footless boot
Stewed there where it lay until noonnext
When suddenly the weather turned
Soot black rainpregnants purged by pearlescent sheepclouds
A version of Summer in averse lateyear urgented
In throbbing hues, rendering the sky like a book to Christ
Single characters laboured over a lifetime smiling brightly.
The storm returned that night with frightening twicestrength
Trining lightning shed night-dispelling light, second day was sighted
Thunder like roof hooves; Sleipnir moving
Large portions and ale-stained horns in the Storm Lord’s court.
It is likely that coming ice cycles will again see us out viking
With axe and pike, to the land of High Kings called Ireland
In search of trade, thrill and bloodspill, steels in conflict trilling
Like forge-founded birds, all cog and whirr and movement blur.
Alchemisland 
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