Wine.
"Hail, thou high-built hall, thou
home of foaming ale-horns!
Ring, ye lofty rafters
rimmed with smoke-blacked timbers!
Hear me, mighty high-seat
hewn with well-honed rune-spells!
Hearken, fiery hearth and
heed my skald-brewed word-mead!..."
--Jere Fleck in Speculative Poetry and the Alliterative Revival
"As I gaze out,
Neither blossom nor Autumn leaves
Are here;
In a beachfront hut
On an Autumn evening."
"And one kiss burnt the imperfect woof apart.."
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