Saturday, 15 January 2011

The Lay of Gudrún (stanzas 100–101)

At the dark doorways
They dinned and hammered;
there was clang of swords
and crash of axes.
The smiths of battle
smote the anvils;
sparked and splintered
spears and helmets.

In they hacked them,
out they hurled them,
bears assailing,
boars defending.
Stones and stairways
streamed and darkened;
day came dimly —
the doors were held.

The Lay of Gudrún, stanzas 100–101.
JRR Tolkien and Christopher Tolkien. (2009). The Legend of Sigurd and Gudrún. Harper Collins.

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