I found a Viking in my beard
bright Norse irises, a spear
hair of Highland, age-old reindeer
sacrifice in peat with human tears
first farmers chance druidic sneers
peculiar tongues try licking ears
the channel splits thus freezing fear
some holy henge, a lunar year
such pantheist pale that paints me queer
Tan of beech and Albion beer
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