Unferth postures upon the ashes of warriors The warriors he has despised all his wretched life Because he is unworthy to be one of them Warring with only his mouth and never a spear
He mocks their wounds, their missing limbs, their graves He steals their widows and orphans for himself As ornaments to his manic caperings While arrogating honors he could never win
But when the Dragon comesβ¦
But when the Dragon comes, lashing its tail Unferth will be ghosted away as a howling wail