Wrote this yesterday. note the extra “E’s” at the end! looks kinda Germanic which is technically what old English is.
Old English-esque poem
Inneth they come, through the shippes sail
Unfurling curl the waves a
berre
for too long curl the hande
of gott
as we shall pass
I crowne with joy longe laste
Then comme the light of the gott-spake lamp,
we finde the maste
by-and-a-by
the waves unfurling curl
and stoppe in theyre trakkes
so far and faste the cry behestte to make a sleep.
Be still, friend of mein,
lie fastley in the greave
for in the darkest hour
finde light of daye.
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