POETRY – Shiver

In many lands and realms

The people say the chill

Running swift along the spine

Sending shivers to the core

Is born from future footsteps

As one’s grave is passed once more

In still more lands and realms

The people dare to duel

And wager with their lives

For sake of thought up honor

Or perhaps to prove a point

All come ready for the slaughter

In one such realm of chill and duel

There dwelt a daunting figure

To fight her was no gamble

Thus all shrewd opponents fled

For not once had Rava shivered

In four hundred years, ‘tis said