An alliterative poem for dverse.
Death in winter
White is the winter, its winding-sheet pale
As the face of the famished, stark-frozen in death.
And the carrion crow, with its coarse raucous voice
Calls down from the darkness, storm-dogged and ill-omened,
This world is for warriors, not the weak and despairing,
But your spears and your swords, though you swear by their keenness,
Are no help when Hel summons, and you hear Garmr snarl.
The Four Swans 