Lore:The Wandering Skald

Every library holds musty old tales

Carried through rain and snow

But a Nord skald gladly regales

What the poets all sang long ago

Every book has its title and name

But its pages soon turn to dust

A poem we sing will live on in fame

From a history all of us trust

Old tales come down from long ago

With inflection and meter and verse

Soon the skald's audience will hap'ly know

"Yes, this life could be worse."

And the kings know that truth,

Is better than sword and shield

Taught from their distant youth

Skald Kings have wisdom to wield

So welcome me as a friend

For the poems I sing tonight

Will last for nights without end

From first mead to dawn's early light!