There once was a girl, a girl so bold

A brother she had, with hair of gold

A father, a mother, in sunlight clad

The Berits a hut in the forest they had

Bold, bodacious, brazenfaced / was called, Brave Silia Berit.

Before monsters stand she would / such endless was her merit.

One day, Loki, trickster, god or foe?

With ravens as eyes, Brave Silia he saw,

Pure of heart and kind of soul,

and brave before monsters most of all.

To test her true temerity before titanic terror,

A devious plan devised did he / a form he took to scare her.

Despite the horror, the teeth, the dread,

Silia just smiled and reached for the head.

Poof! Goes the monster, there Loki stood,

Abashed, confused, a dangerous mood.

Full of fondness was his fiendish heart / but foulness or foolery runs his intentions.

“What want you?” asked he, “A piglet” said she / but, alas, explained not its dimensions.

A great boar he fashioned, wrapped in white bow,

Goltr was named and was a present, no foe.

But bones snapped and flesh was cut deep

Then wrapped in red bow, ol’ Goltr went to sleep.

The family of four, alas though, now three,

They found the great boar asleep by the tree

They screamed but a voice answered with glee.

“I am happy inside, it’s warm, snug, joll-ee!”

Thus, they took ol’ Goltr in

Happily Silia lived within!

And as ever Loki’s gift turned by the end. 

And now Goltr is protector, warrior, friend.