chained to the edge of sanity's leash
I prayed to the gods of forsaken lands
where blood is wealth and death is glory
tragedy is life and irony is misunderstood.
freed from captivity and forced to fight
starving and dazed, mad with rage
slaves of war, traded for gore
before the night is over, another life will be.
screaming winds ravage the terrain
soaked in the scarlet of fallen heroes
another vessel comes ashore
corpses for the unrelenting cold.
uncharted territory, unseen inhabitants
fearing the steel, mortar and flail
in the swamps and marsh the vikings fought
since, all attempts had thus failed.
crawling away from assured death
another and me in total disarray
intoxicated by the fumes of corrupted soil
we lay in a pool of filth and decay.
as senses failed and Valhalla beckoned
a distraught heart was laid to rest
desires thrashed and yearning reeled
what came next was sodomy.
bound to the fate of this new found land
where all have died and yet I remain
surrounded at last by the howling cannibals
I kill myself on this gloomy day.