An example of Ljóðaháttr metre.

Dark and dreaming                        Deep Ullr’s hall

in frosted eaves fling shadows far.

Shafts on snow fall                         Shot from ice bow.
Elf-shot melts with morning light bold.

Sun on snow blinds                        Blazes bow-god eyes

As for the quarry they quest, ice-blue.

Oath-lord takes scent                    Waits silent for kill.
Knock the bow and beat the heart.

Rhythm of the dance                     Reason for the draw.
Sif´s son patterns Holda´s gown with prints.

Pursuing prey                                   He praises her.
Swift death bursts blood on the brightness.

Howls the hunter!                           Hallow the beast.
Ullr´s shield sets sail with its cold cargo.

Sharp bolt slays prey                     Deep shield sleighs prey
Fast the wolf to feasting hall fair, the pack to feed.

Toast well the dead                        Tight hold the living
Frost fire warms no heart as friendship does.

Yet burns flesh tender                  Bitter bright is Midgard,
Scalds without warmth, words alone make the hearth glow.