Sigurd
33 ‘Life each must leave
on his latest day,
yet gold gladly
will grasp living!’
Fáfnir
‘Fools! saith Fáfnir –
with fate of woe
this gold is glamoured.
Grasp not! Flee thou!’
Sigurd
34 ‘A fool, saith Sigurd,
could not fend himself
with helm of horror –
hell now seize him!’
In the heather had hidden
as a hare cowering
the fear-daunted smith;
forth now crept he.
-Ancalagon
Brano tratto da: The Legend of Sigurd and Gudrún, “Sigfrid by elgrimlock on Deviantart”
