Unnamed Poem in Ljoðaháttr
Alone went Bölverk
To Baugi’s fields
To harvest not hay, but thralls
And nine men’s work
Would the wanderer do
To sip in Suttung’s halls
He worked ‘til winter
When wages were due
But every etin knows greed
He put on the scale-skin
And slithered through stone
Tunneling towards the mead
To Gunnlöd he came
The keeper of Kvasir
And wooed the ward-maiden there
Three nights of joy
Was the giantess paid
For Óðinn to drink Óðrerir
The treasure of Suttung
Now safely stored
Farmatýr flees as a raptor
But Sigföðr soaring
Was spotted by Suttung
The brother of Baugi flies after
The Æsir assembled
To snatch up the prize
Vats and vessels spread wide
But some of the plunder
Would plummet to earth
The poet-fools’ part set aside
The rest of the bounty
From Bölverk’s brave feat
With wordsmiths he’ll willingly share
Its Grimnir’s to give
The gift of glib tongue
With horn I hail Hangatýr
Written by Joe Mandato, Vingolf
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