OT: Random Skaldic Inspiration

[Torvaldr]

Just thought I would toss this out. Feeling pretty gloomy, but then I am Norse and we know all about doom and gloom.

Lost am I, the lon'ly
lingers neath the sky bowl.
Might I meet, and Striker
match the bones with Rager.
Shall I share the mead and
shore my heart with purpose,
or fall in fleeting grip
to face Hel's bitter ice?

Torvaldr

For those interested in such things this is and original work written in 9th Century Drottkvaet Skaldic Verse. How much can you interpret?