Solveig sings

Anders Behring Breivik cries during own propaganda film

The Guardian, 17 April 2012

She sings for her ashen love,

the fallen son of the morning’s song;

she sings the tune of a dance she spurned

so long ago, when she was younger

and wiser; she sings with her eyes

open to his lies and betrayals,

his rape of a bride, his tryst with the Mountain

King, his adventures under sail

plying the trade of a Barbary pirate;

she sings as if to incite the winds

to steer his daydreams into the jaws

of her fjords, to see once for all if he swims

or sinks like a troll; because his crimes

have soiled her grieving soul, Solveig sings.

(c) 2012 Slush Poet