"vandrar" poems
Hösten vandrar norrut
Små steg
Denna vackra årstid
som släcker hopp
och väcker liv i
det trott utdöda
Tidigt på morgonen
brinner träden
som sol
som längtan
Oct 28, 2015
Oct 28, 2015 at 3:27 AM UTC
A one-eyed man I met,
from far away he'd traveled here.
In search of what he'd lost,
he told me of a place that can't be seen
where men who bravely die
rise in glory and await the fated day.
I did not believe his words
for then I was a fool.
Two wolves were by his side yet
I did not feel afraid.
Two ravens he had lost, he said
and asked if I could help.
My doubts would be gone
if I helped for they could speak.
Then the dreary night came on which
I met one of the two.
A tapping on my chamber door
revealed to me the truth.
"Nevermore" the raven said and
now I believed.
May 29, 2017
May 29, 2017 at 12:27 PM UTC