It was raining in Fishguard for what seemed like an age.
\nShe lived in an old wooden hut that had been built in days.
\nFrom a distant land, she was a raider from afar.
\nSettled down with a lobsterman she met at the bar.
\nIn an outpost quite ancient – it had it’s own ways.
\nTheir calender would deal celebrations on different days.
\nBlue rocks lined the valley – significant this stone.
\nUsed to build henges and circles unknown.
\nShe knew of this tradition but was a warrior by trade.
\nSettled dispute without force, with the wit that she made.
\nThe lobsterman was abusive – he took her by force.
\nSo one day she killed him – self defence of course.
\nThe next day the sun shined and flowers did bloom.
\nYet she was put in a prison to face her ultimate doom.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
It was raining in Fishguard for what seemed like an age. She lived in an old wooden hut that had been built in days. From a distant land, she was a raider from afar. Settled down with a lobsterman she met at the bar. In an outpost quite ancient – it had it’s own ways. … Continue reading The Valkyrie<\/span>