Daughter of the North
'Twas a time,aeons ago
When I treked to frigid lands
Met-I graceful,sallow damsel;
Near her stood-I still,unmanned.
Yet my lady was elated,
Yet my lady was in bliss,
Agitation she abated
With a warm and lasting kiss.
Spent-we months and years together
Side by side and hand in hand;
Troubled-not 'bout thorn and heather
- Wheezing salmons on the strand.
Yet today mine heart droops heavy,
Miles away from icebound North,
Plumbic blood flows slow and weary
- Rooted leeches suck it forth.