Wednesday, October 25, 2006

A Holy Darkness

There will never be a
More Holy Darkness
Then that which is
In my soul

That for which
The Ancients bled
And all the skaldic
Prophets have foretold

A reckoning is coming
And the day will
Both bright and clear

Blood will run
Like the rivers
From deeds washed clean
By the innocents tears


Red shields will be raised
Distances will be driven
Death will be for the dead
And life will be for the living

Mountains will welcome her people
The sky will remain true blue
Courage will call for volunteers
And will one of them be you

It is possible to love a memory
But you can't kiss its lips
Some are born to the battles blade
As first they come from their mothers hips

Falsity will fall to the side
And stone will again stand tall
Clear water will beckon us home
Where there is food for us all

But first we must survive and prevail
For the time is now that we may die

But we must not fail

7:13 pm
transcribed this time
11:28 am



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