Gratitude is a shimmering star;
Make it shine on your lips to charm all.

Gratitude is a shimmering star;
Make it shine on your lips to charm all.

Dear love , my moon
Unreachable star
Far from my grasp
seems to be where you are

Distance and time
Have no meaning when we're here
Alone in our heaven
I wipe away your tears

Away from this world
In our world together
We float hand in hand
Adrift here together

What shall become of us
If only we could know
The night is our secret
Till the suns rise calls us home

Oh world why, do you keep us apart?
Do you not know
What we feel in our hearts

Two hearts together
Beating as one
Neither will stop
'Till the other is done

The fates have a plan
Of that I am sure
What else could it be
For two hearts kept so pure

So sleep well my love
'Till the morn breaks the spell
And we wake not together
Alone in that Hell

But be not detered
For the night closes fast
And we'll be once more together
Together at last

You like it, don't you? You hate yourself and you love that about you, you love your brooding pain, the way you can't say your own name without choking. You love to see how close to the bottom you can get before you start gasping for air, you want to swallow salt water, let it fill your lungs like tar, you want them to miss you, want them to feel guilty, want him to love your pain as much as you do, want him to appreciate how well you can destroy things, want his vision to be distorted by the scars on your wrists, want him to kiss them, want him to feed your pain. You want troubled girl meets nice boy, want him to try to save her, want her to die anyways, want him to be troubled boy to meet nice girl, want her to try to save him, want him to die anyways, want to start a cycle, want the world to resonate with the aching hollowness of your last words, want everyone to know how much you're hurting, how strong you are for still being here, for still fighting, but you're not fighting, are you? You gave up a long time ago and aside from the adrenaline attacks of optimism you are weak, but they will never know this, they cannot know this, they have to believe that you're an inspiration, that you fought as hard as you could but it wasn't enough, that you never gave in, that your dying breath was a whisper of purity, that you are a godsend, an idol to be worshipped, you are the messiah. You are so brave.

Sail away! Sail away!
O my solitary ship,
And come out of the sea

Harbour is not aloof
Voyage be pleasant
O Heaven clear the storm

The dark castle of Bebbanfarne glare with remorse. Trelleborg surrounded by flames gyrating through the air like coryphee in a corps de ballet. Tyranny ended together with ash of demise with a glint of red curse.

The growling sound from their throats remind me of dogs howling. A sound of victory chortled that means, the flag of Vikings remain. Pillage in the land will no longer stand, no more heads to slay in the Valhalla. War has come to an end, seafaring to the West they'll send.

As the music and festive noise invade the whole space, I, Valka, need a drink. No more sceattes left in my pocket since the dark throne burnt our town including the Byre, because we only have cows where long houses built near the brink.

The crowd mobbed in this old dusty tavern. Norsemen guzzle their beers, for today, is something to cheer.

Scythe and horn helmet suddenly dived in my pub table where Asvard, the head of Varyags appeared. I covered my face with kerchef and proffer him a drinking horn. For he is alone, and looks torn.

The moon is blue, which is true. There's no stars, but only the giant moon trapping the sky. The Vikings will tomorrow rise as they sail their knarr away from the ground where new quest bound.

Asvard lunged the drink and gulp down leaving a froth. 'Ahoy, Valka Lindqvist.' I should've worn my two braids as the Varyag guard acknowledge a partake.

Asvard apprise the journey takes time. He looks at me, and said 'stars are hidden in your eyes. That's why there's nothingness tonight.' A fleeting moment of merry in my life.

The stillness of the early morning scene row the vessel smoothly until out of sight. The vow of me and Asvard is carved in the rune stone that midnight. 'A full moon where lovers kiss, spell of eternity will bliss.'

Every full moon, I wait. It's been years since the vessel went home straight, the wind lost their track from navigating. Vikings board one by one. This is the day.

Brynjar, the warrior with tough armors came to say hi. He told me Asvard is no longer inside. The huge waves of tides wash away some men and die. But a message from my Asvard he declared this time:

'Valka, my dereworthy heart, the sail has been taking forever as the moon so full and bright, the waves are getting higher. I miss the drink of that half-horn of rye. Remember, the vow in stone runes will never die. I will see you very soon. If not now, tomorrow or in the future, maybe in another life. Look up in the sky, so I may see the stars in the cruel earth hidden in your eyes. Valka Lindqvist, this is not our goodbye.'*

(a.k)

If you are always in pink of health,
You are the wealthiest being on earth!

Without being spiritual
.                                   Man is a flut!

I have already
.                  fallen to see you
How can I fall again
.                 without you?