The image above is from The Frost Giant’s Daughter by Robert E. Howard.
The Poem below was Published in Heroic Fantasy Quarterly issue #7
This climb’s to be my ending quest
glory paves the road behind.
My trek onto this mountain peak
the last hill left to climb.
Temptations many did I slake
and oft’ my way was woe.
That I might pass within this gate
I’ve bested every foe.
There came a time I was put down
face flat against cruel earth,
but red blood sang in a valiant heart
to the battle I returned.
Sigar’s bronze with sinew strong
had slashed its way to bone
but dark his eyes fell at my stroke
and he bid me be not long.
The cold is deep, but I can see
Frost’s daughters dancing past.
No maiden’s smile, nor leg, beguile
my feet from off my path.
Entrance to this otherworld
I did not seek in haste.
Now the mist of many a hero’s breath
escort me to my place.
My hands will warm, my sword will rest
at the hearth of near Valhalla.
My breastplate’s art will shine once more
in the Hall of all my fathers’.