Fjolnir

A king named Fjölnir, mighty and grand. Son of Freyr and Gerðr, a royal birth, He ruled with wisdom, spreading mirth. Fjölnir's reign, a glorious start. The Swedish Yngling dynasty, he did sire, A lineage strong, destined to inspire. Fjölnir met Peace-Fróði, they say. A vat of mead, a tempting sight, But alas, it led to a tragic plight. In the mead he drowned, we sadly comprehend. Yet his legacy lives on, for all to see, His son Sveigðir, the next in the Yngling tree. Of a king's journey, destined to prevail. His wisdom and courage, forever we'll sing, Fjölnir, the legendary Norse king. Random page: ODM-201