A twilit terror kneeling with tempest blown hair,
Bound below a beam, brilliant light there.
She waiting hungers, willful in repose,
Unaware or unperturbed, uncaring eyes low.
Her captors carouse, careless in merriment.
Flow wine as water with little regard.
No peril of worries, no person restrained,
From indulgent imbibing each mind is claimed.
"This creature have we, captured she is!
Brought low before us, bent to the earth.
Her terror we've ended, this trial is ceased!"
In light of their fires, long hours passed.
Candles burned lower, collared by night.
Flames of the cookfire following hence.
Deepening darkness the dire night bestowed,
And sloth sought inroads; slumber took all.
Sweet nightfall encompasses, swift to enclose,
While terror she is, tight her eyes close.
Wild words she whispers, what powers they call!
The tempest she traveled travails the hall.
Twilight now passed, turmoil tears night!
Quakes of the meadhall quickening come.
Wicked songs whisper upon winds without,
While within the slumber falls wilted, withdrawn.
Screams upon screams now, scant gleams of hope!
Through them tear timbers, them wif and wir both.
Calamity crashes, the crushing beam falls!
A twilit terror stands, midst tempest blown all.
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