"Here in the snow swept land of Ealdormere"

Colyne Stewart

Winter 2002

Here in the snow swept land of Ealdormere

Dost dwell a Lady of pure Norse descent

Who Vinland bound didst find a course to here

She to this soul a gift from Odin sent

Her Viking axe is sharp as is her wit

Her strength of spirit be boundless true

(> Here you are still short one syllable.  I think it's the stressed one
> between 'spirit' and 'be.')

Her gracious face with smile boldly lit

Our moments spent together are too few

A winged Valkyrie of Asgaard hall

She gathers me up in her mighty arms

And steadies me when too oft I would fall

Protecting me from those who’d do me harm

I am her Laird, her love, her husband slave

Until such time we both dwell in the grave