Classic Poem

Old tales were told of Sigemund's daring,
War-deeds of the Wælsing, his wanderings wide,
Much of unknown, the merciless feuds
The sons of men no longer remembered,
Save Fitela only, as uncle to nephew
Had told these tales when they fought together,
Battle-comrades in bitter fight.
Many a monster they slew with the sword.
After Sigemund's death his glory increased
For the keen in battle had killed the Worm,
The treasure-guarder. Beneath gray rock
The valiant hero had ventured alone
On the fearful deed. Nor was Fitela with him.
To him it was granted his good sword pierced
The wondrous Worm till it stood in the wall,
The lordly iron. The Dragon died.
The hero's valor had won the treasure,
The hoard to enjoy as his heart might wish.
He loaded his sea-boat, bore to its bosom
Shining treasure, the son of Wæls.
The surge of its fire consumed the Worm.
He was of heroes most famous afar
For daring deeds, the defender of fighters.
He prospered greatly long ago!