Once I was a plain warrior’s weapon–
Now a stripling prince wraps my body
With bright twists of silver and gold.
Sometimes men kiss me, or carry me to battle
Where I call my lord’s companions to wage war.
Bright with jewels, I am borne by a horse
Over hard plains, sometimes by the sea stallion
Over storm waves. Sometimes a woman,
Ring0adorned, fills my breast for the table–
Later I liestripped of sweet treasure,
Hard and headless on the long boards.
Clothed in gold, I may grace the wall
Where men sit drinking, a soldier’s gem.
Wound with silver, I sometimes ride
A warriors horse, swallowing soldier’s breath,
Blasting battle song. Sometimes I bring
Bold men to wine, some times I sing caution
Or rescue thieves’ catch or scatter foes
For my lord. Say what I am called.

A horn (never underestimate the power of Google :p)

Google to the rescue!

Never underestimate the power of your brain…

I think I’ll update my sig with that one :bigsmile:

I should have known better… Damn google. You cant even have a puzzle without it being on the net :a

Oh well. Search for this one.

I am a wonderful help to women,
The hope of something to come. I harm
No citizen except my slayer.
Rooted I stand on a high bed.
I am shaggy below. Sometimes the beautiful
Peasant’s daughter, an eager armed,
Proud woman grabs my body,
Rushes my red skin holds me hard,
Claims my head. The curly-haired
Woman who catched me fast will feel
Our meeting. Her eye will be wet.


I though of a man or a dildo, but no, it is just an onion. :slight_smile:

$%#^&%@ Google !!! :a

How about you guys do this without google for once!