Skaldic verse an eight line form of poetry that originated in old Norse during the Viking era is one of Torvald's passions. Here are two contrasting poems.

Woe the bitter winter
winds batter sail steeds, that
race the raging waves, and
raise and toss the weary.
Hope will light the harries
hearts that dare the whales way,
lifting them with laughter
lasting to the harbour.

Sorrow

Sorrow sweeps my heart
songs die before birthing.
Words now falter wilting
wasted dropping lifeless.
Joy no longer lasting
leaps to mind unbidden.
Sadness is the sleepless
shape of all tomorrows.

Hersir Torvaldr Torgarson
Robert J. Koepke II