My brother was a reigning king
Then Omund claimed his throne
And I went on the warpath with
A burning in my bones
Stikla followed at my side as
Oceans we traversed
Ravaging the Denmark coast
With rage we spat and cursed
Burning down each sleeping town
With nary a regret
Tearing limbs from off the captured
Pirates that we met
A warrior maiden of Norse blood
A killer with red hair
A flaming torch in bloody fields
For enemies to 'ware
Tesandus turned from me in fear
And sided with the Danes
My brother dear who lost his throne
For which I took such pains
I gave up my humanity
Became a monster maid
Stikla too who followed me from
Hearth to blazing raid
I should have kept my anger cool
I should have stayed my hand
But I was mad at what he did
And so I took a stand
I sunk his ship and made him kneel
I could have dropped my blade
Instead I let my brother live
And for my heart I payed
His crew they turned their hate on me
And hunted me for fun
They seized my braids and beat me black
They cheered when it was done
With oars they struck me in the face
My teeth did crack and break
And as I fell in pools of blood
A legend they did make
No one tells Tesandus's tale
They know Rusla the Red
The mighty maid who conquered shores
And never cried nor fled
And Stikla, darling sister dear
She never bowed her head
She fought beside me tooth and claw
Until my blood was shed
And even then she held me close
And swearing on the skies
She never let those foolish Danes
Forget my final cries
Stikla swore she'd make me known
The fierce and free redhead
She vowed to make the world recall
What the Danes had kept for dead
And though I know the world prefers
To talk of Anne and Read
Sweet Stikla and dear Rusla
Were first to take the lead
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Wicked Women
PoesíaWicked Women is a collection of poems written from the eyes of history's most maligned and hated women. This collection explores what motivated these "evil" women to commit murders, robberies, and other infamous crimes and offers a glimpse beyond th...
