We'd been in the Myre for days, and not without delays
The swamps hard to traverse, like a god's curse.
Sol was riding high in the sky, but I could only sigh-
For the air was humid, and to the heat I was not suited.
As we rested, I heard foliage that protested.
alone I inspected, and it was not what I expected.
War cries I heard, and with a sharp pain my vision blurred.
In the dark I heard screaming, and soon I started freezing.
When again I opened my eyes, I expected Valhalla as my price-
but to my surprise, I found myself in a room small in size.
I lay in some bed, with a bandage on my chest drenched in red.
as I lay there not departed but bruised, I was deeply confused.
After a long time waiting, I heard a voice so captivating-
nothing like those I had been among, a song in foreign tongue.
It came ever closer to the shut door, oh by Thor.
It opened with a groan, and what I saw chilled me to the bone.
In stumbled a red fox, having no trouble to talk.
and there I was, thinking insanity was a probable cause.
I couldn't understand, such mostly exist only in out-worldly lands-
but there it was, and when it saw me awake it paused.
When it greeted me, I retreated to a degree.
Understanding I found it more than odd, it backed off with a nod.
thought no more worries, but it switched shape like in the stories-
Not unlike a Jötunn it changed, to a woman with a mask arranged
she started giggling, for I sat there amazed and fiddling.
Once again she greeted, and so our first greeting was completed.
She had found me wounded in the dirt, blood staining my shirt.
I didn't understand why she saved me, a waring enemy.
Weeks I spent with her to heal, and it all felt so surreal.
We discussed religions, no distrust between us.
She was funny, and amusingly clumsy-
She was fantastic, and always enthusiastic.
Living in solitude, she was excluded from any feud.
In me she saw only a being, and cared for my well-being.
Her eyes looked like hard rime, yet fiery at the same time-
Was I just dreaming, or was she real and breathing?
Sleeves covered claws, and sharp fangs came from her upper jaw.
Silent like the grave, and her tail would often casually sway.
after hunting hare, to see her mouth not bloody was rare.
I started falling for her, for that much I was sure.
Before I went away, I confessed how I felt for her those last days-
That I had to return home, but without her I'd rather not roam.
I was sad that I had to leave, so much so that I could heave-
but she smiled like always, and told me to return one day.
This may all sound fictitious, and you're probably suspicious-
But I swear to the Aesir, that she was as real as ever.
Even when I sit here, the painful void sometimes disappear-
For occasionally I feel her gaze on me, and it fills me with glee.
Almost a year later, and the war has now become even greater.
I just want it to end, so time with my love I could spend.
Maybe I'm so eclipsed, maybe even bewitched-
but I'd rather be in her embrace, than the warrior's resting place.
I don't know if this falls under For Honor Fanfiction, because there's not much hinting at it being set there.
But I made this poem with the game in mind, so I hope that's enough.
If you enjoyed it, then it was my pleasure.
If you feel it could have been better, please do tell me. This is the second poem I've ever made, and I'd like to get a bit better with it.
