Hello Steemians! Here is an English translation of the poem I have tattooed on my back. It is about poetry, composed in Old Norse, respecting the traditional pace and metaphors, and written in Icelandic Runes. I hope you'll enjoy it. :)
They threw me on the Sea of Beasts
Where I have wandered and fed on wounded shadows,
At night, only enlightened by the moon of my forehead,
My heart weeps, right next to the ruined temple.
I came back from the hail of bows,
And the Big Wave trembles before my furious tongue,
I am Savitar, who drinks the blood of Kvasir,
And I finally hear, hissing, the comfort of snakes.
S.C.R.I.B.E.