mer-wolf

Wild wind that beareth the spin-drift afar, / Wild chant that telleth the doom of Asgar, / Shriek ye, and wail ye, while shudd’ring doth sweep / Serpent, his sea-horse, adown the great deep, / Battling and mad like an eagle gone blind, / Seeking the war-fleets, long sunken, to find , / Down to the arms of Queen Ran of the sea, / Down to the sea-floor, where mer-wolves go free.