by Nonie Rider (nonie@avalon.net)

Parody, XF/HL crossover
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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.
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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.