Resounding thunder, burning ground,
Will save you now mortgaged blade?
Huge rocks like leaves are whirling round,
Is this your time, valourious Freyr?
Long-haired lord of boars and deer,
Undaunted warrior full of grace,
Your flaming heart knows no fear
In front of Muspell’s hideous face.
No way to stay alive, you know it,
But you don’t care for vile dreams.
Your battle cry comes out loud,
Your shining gaze furiously gleams.
And useless hope of dying world
In sharpest antler in your hand -
Soul of deer against the sword,
Against the tempest –grain of sand.
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Author:
Panurgosss (
Offline) - Published: October 17th, 2021 16:37
- Category: Fantasy
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Comments1
intriguing and well written, I liked your imagery and the fact that you chose not to lean on any tried and trusted cliché tropes
instead, it just seems like you let your imaginary free, and gifted your reader a unique journey..
thanks for sharing, a wonderful read
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