Came he wholedly upon the Rone,
A place of dwarkness and of glone.
Drew he the Stingish of Old,
And Slew he a smatherfold.
When all at once beyond the screes
Blighten by only smethering hymees,
The Gorfinage, full of Trothgar's great kin
Did seem to vrackle within.
Even today the puilden do scrine;
With such vuplosity they bollate the sline.
And all because of he who rields the roke,
Does this tale of old demoke.
jamin gray