Greb stood on the Drakkars prow
seax hung from about his waist
a leather cone helmet worn.
"Land" he shouted back to the crew
of Norsemen gone a viking
and thier longboat headed ashore.

Druid Kirke of blue gray stones
crowning the hill over the shore
this Irish hamlets tower.
Boat beached, men scramble for plunder
townsfolk do flee in terror
through melee Greb sees the priestess.

A comely tjener in white
long dark tresses blomst in her hair
and eyes the color of green.
He called her Julesalme by name
and took her as his own prize
back in Selme, he took her wife.

Monks now roam this northern land
and Julesalme preferred it
to old Asgards cold hard ways.
Then the viking that cost her, him
he caught that spear in his back
his final words to her "Goornott"