Whispers from the Wisps

1. Gorm

Steeds of the tide stand aside the beachhead

A calm ripple sprinkles passing feet

Into the kingdom of dwarven miners

Never too far from the ranting robin

Tilling the fields for toiling reward

A charming bridge overlooks the county line

Notches in the broch are fine smelting

Deep in the black woods dwell spirits

Reins unspurred by mischievous Brags

Endless quarrels break a lassie's heart

Wallowing pipes stride the pearly cliffs

Unwed maidens convene by candlelight

Nimble walking wolves howl upright at the moon

Insolent hails of arrows grow on the fields of battle

Crystal clear mountain springs reflect the winter thaw

Open cover for stalkers of deer

Rocks heard in colonies throughout the realm

Nobles of the book preach over sparse moors

A brew of dried rust complexion

Local heroes rise to the occasion

Bodies collide for a chance of victory

A test of courage for intrepid explorers

Gullible gulls heckle at passers-by

Lights peer through the vast blue

A bare mare becomes a human saint

Southern forces seek to burn the north

Grated gray walls of carved stone break the farms

Odes to the hunted bear

Wafting steam churns the wheels of progress

English lords find tantalizing fruit

Dank putrid bogs cake the lowly moat

Inlays of slate pile up at dockside

Narrow sea inlets reveal the bellow cave

Burning passions erupt from the common folk

Uniter of the Celts

Rugged terrain amid the seething waves scrape the sky

Goalposts pry open defeat's jaws

Hearth resembles dried kindling