This is the text read in the CoquiTTS sample:

In the frost-kissed breath of the giants, a chill sits at 58, fair gales dance like valkyries, and in the heavens, the moisture tangles about four score less a fifth. Odin's gaze is clear and stern on the seventh of the eleventh moon, touching earth warmly at 77, yet in the moon's light, he withdraws to a frosty 46. He remains unobstructed on the eagle's flight day, the eighth, with Freya's kiss still heated at 77, but her nighttime embrace gentled at 53. Thor's hammer clouts the clouds only slightly on the day of the serpent, the ninth, with his usual ardor of 75, but his hearth fire cools to a 56 come darkness. Rain clouds rally, heeding the call of the All-Father, their onslaught likely from the wolf's chase day, the tenth, to the raven's feast day, the twelfth, descending from a warm 68 to a cold bite of 47. Skadi's laughter might sprinkle frost on the thirteenth day, with her cool breath reaching 60 by day and a chilly 43 by moonrise. Balder grants us a partly veiled view of his beauty on the day of the horse, the fourteenth, moderating his warmth at 59, and his slumber's chill at 42. Finally, the day of the beast, the fifteenth, beckons rain once more, as the air's temper shuffles slightly between 58 and 44 under Odin's watchful eye.

This represents GPT-4’s best understanding of skaldic poetry as of December 2023. The text contains two key markers of the artform: clever worldplay and mythological allegory. It is perhaps a bit strong on the allegory for modern audiences not familiar with Norse mythology, but the result is still legible even to the uninitiated.