The Iron Chain of Hjalgrimmer

Sometimes the fates can form a wall and then
Put you to face it. Climbing takes too long 
To `scape, and running would disgrace it. When
Only you stand as the point to spear wrong
   In the heart, action proves the spirit's steel
   And takes the ill apart. And if we live
   To hear the tale then luck did spin the wheel.
   But win or lose the die is cast, we give
Ourselves for real. It matters not the time
It takes, a moment or an hour, when
All is clear, results appear and sublime 
Or damned its ours. Loudly does our action
   Speak but louder still outcome. And when one
   Stands, good in hand, then good in deed was done.