BeoMulder by Nonie Rider High is the heart : in his hazel eyes, Mighty the edge : of this man's mind; For his clever wit : Fox they call him. Borne on his shoulder : to the waiting longboat The captive he caught : and will keep for his use, Strong-limbed and stark : and striped with woad, Methos the Mindful : mighty in spirit, Fairest his face : among fighting men. Now is the ancient one : held to new service; Secret and subtle : he hides his smile. Deep in the shadows : of a dark fjord, Eyes like the ocean : narrow in anger. Empty one sleeve : of the slave's tunic; Never shall he : bear shield again. Raging, the half-Rus : plans his revenge On the hazel-eyed hunter : who took his arm. Never for him : honored holm-ganging, The clash of spears : and the kiss of swords; His are the ways : of the wild oath-breaker, Murderer, traitor : hating his master Whose secret hall : smells much of smoke. Green-eyed he waits : guarding his grudges; Heart-deep he holds them : heavy his anger. Yet does his man-tool : betray the traitor Springing and standing : like a spear for battle, And his high heart : is hurt within.— Nonie the Relapsed Medievalist nonie@avalon.net

Parody, XF/HL crossover Context: my disturbed brain took Sue Ashworth's typo "geat," an error for "great," and tried to remember whether it was Beowulf or Hrothgar who was a Geat. Sue responded: My mind is now running to pictures of Mulder in his kirtle, with his hair bound in plaits... Feedback can be sent to nonie@avalon.net Web Site http://avalon.net/~nonie/slash.html

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