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In truth I would prefer a simple hat.
The old wolf head's malodorous and foul,
but one must keep appearances, and that
is paramount, besides, they like my howl.

My warriors, oh how they loved my dad.
The old man led us true, through thick and thin,
but now it is my turn, and I am glad.
Who cares, for this I'll wear some ancient skin.

The battle axe? Now that's a different thing.
Who doesn't like to smash a helpless shield?
I live for war, the glory it will bring.
No, not for me the farming of a field

As winter's snow is covering the grass,
I hope the day is ours, if Freya grants,
and then I shall get drunk, not just one glass.
And next time, I shall surely wear some pants.


Author notes: https://allpoetry.com/contest/2790510-Heroic-Fantasy-208

When I first saw you there,
all I could do is stare.

Your eyes beyond compare,
a dream so pure, so rare.

Now I'm beneath a star
catching light in a jar.

Floating above cloud nine
ever since you are mine.

When I first said there is no there, there,
all they could do is look at me and stare.

Your charts, they said, are gold, beyond compare,
a dream of clarity, insightful, that's so rare.

Now I'm the CEOs assistant, I'm a star
catching that lightning, lightning in a jar.

Floating on this here private jet, above cloud nine
ever since getting what is rightfully mine.


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