Hair blown wild bronze brazen <br />when you call my horn you seat <br />it well iron fist. <br />Land of ice and snow the powder <br />blankets all we know this <br />is your land. <br />Fair of face gold this women finds <br />in heart to hold me in her grace <br />land loving arms that drive <br />my soul. <br />Come to me cross frozen sea no <br />moss we gather at this time of <br />year to seal our home. <br />Your eyes a molten maze to guide my soul.<br /><br />Is It Poetry<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fast-with-me-viking-woman/
