True Bard

How lovely, to be only troubadour,
singing songs of joy and praise
but I am true bard and cannot conceal it.

My pen has sharp fangs,
forked tongue drips
acid and honey
in equal measure.

Did you not learn from Goibnui?
Do you not rightly fear Loki?

Forget lillies and roses,
my skin is maggot-white
flushed with fury
of death-battle plain.