All who strive and struggle
All who love too deeply
The souls whose heart mourns for others
The ones who feel the pain of empathic compassion
Empty your selves atop of me
Give unto me your hate
Tear the sorrow from your core
and be free
For I will consume
I will fester and writhe
For hate I loathe
and into the abyss I dive
Into the cryo-depth of darkness
Through the teeth of winter
Swallowed by war and hatred
For in the icy maw, hope thrives
Frozen inside his core
Fenrir engulfs the sun
Frigid I wait, rigid I stand
Fires of hate, Bless my son
And with the force of a thousand flames
The cries of a million strong
The spear that ended kingdoms come
****** the point of my demise
Belly splitting the beast howls
Birthed I am with the blood of passion
The light is once again released
Forged from the ice and compassion
Find joy my beloveds
Find happiness
Breathe your love onto me
For I am defeated
Valhalla, hear me now!
I am afraid to fall into the abyss
Guide me to the rainbow bridge
and I will lay my body beside the gate
Jan 30, 2016
Jan 30, 2016 at 12:23 PM UTC
The black sky sheds frozen ash
Memories set in frost
and Under two feet of snow I am losing feeling
An arctic wasteland
A nerve deadened silhouette
It's all just white and black
Trudge on
Trudge through
Chilled heart will soon thaw through
Ancestral calling
This blood melts the winter
and Paints a map back home
Written in runes
To the ocean
For my heart and spirit hold dear
Among the rhythmic waves
The sun's Image portrayed
The beauty is of color
A tear clings to my frost-bitten gaze
Hands clenched, jaw is stone
And my two boots buried in snow
Odin, I'm coming home.
Jan 30, 2016
Jan 30, 2016 at 12:20 PM UTC
The wind did wail through the pines
Upon sylphen tongues rode thunderous 'foretellings
Crisp as the autumn air the words float upon
Softer than a mother's love
And the wind did speak
Weaving omens and prophecies
Lightning in poetic shape
I will never forget my lovely little fortune
The howl spoke and roared
A dialect only for my ready ears
Booming in an undertone,
"Son, Follow the rhythm of your war drum!"
These worn robes did fall
This auburn hair grows back
With a reminder around my wrist I march on
Onwards back home
Compass like heart guide me
Guide me back home
Jan 30, 2016
Jan 30, 2016 at 12:18 PM UTC