Ballad to a Shield Maiden

I love a maiden who’s skin is fair as fresh milk.

Her hair is spun gold.

Her eyes are a sea during a storm.

 

She is more than an ornament,

a fruit to be picked in its true time.

 

Her tongue is sharp.

Her wits the sharper.

Her temper, a roaring fire.

 

Thrūd warrior goddess,

Thor’s true daughter

has been made flesh in this maiden’s guise.

 

Not even the queen of Valkyries could be more lovely.

Thor’s own child would not be as strong.

 

I go to court a woman

of beauty, strength, and skill,

may I find favor in her will.

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