Bare Sark

When the Vikings came, the

most feared were the

naked ones, the

baresarkers, so

enamoured of battle they

threw themselves on the foe,

fearlessly, just as you

threw yourself on me,

eyes aglint,

battle-ready,

bare sark.


 

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