At Hinderfall she slept,
a beautiful shieldmaiden,
her bed laden
with fine riches.
In a ring of flames,
she drove all the men
insane,
save one,
a valiant solitary warrior,
who made it
past her watchful sentries
& into her private chambers.

And there
in the moonlight,
he loved her.
Buried fully
to his hilt,
he unloaded into her
with great fury,
with the might
of Thor's Hammer.

Undercover
she did not waver,
nor did she fight him.
She savored
every spasm,
every blow,
with the strength
of Byrnhildr,
genuine
sweet lovers.