When I was but a child
My imagination ran wild
And within my mind a friend was born
He would ware a helm of fur and horn
He would speak in riddles behind a thick orange beard
And with his axe he would slay all the things I feared
A Viking Huscarl was he, of stature small yet stout
… And no matter where I ventured, he would always be about
On long ships within my dreams he would travel
And mysteries large and small he would unravel
A Viking Huscarl within my mind was born
On his mighty brow a helm of fur and horn
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| — | J.M.Wolf (Jonathan Wolf Martinez) |
