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BESERKR
Only those who walk with death
Ever truly live
The sky is black again
With the arrow storm
And I can breathe again
Among the pagan hordes
My arm grows tired from my weighted blade
As the day burns hotter with the cleansing flames
I long to paint the path with crimson insides
The blood moon rises here at the end of time
The berserkr within
Will not be silent
The blood on the snow
And the meat that was rent
Berserkr
Berserkr
They stare into the void
In their glassy stare
On the bloody snow
They are already dead
The air is cold again
With the promised night
When I can breathe again
The violence of the fight
The pile grows higher with the glorious dead
Oaths are uttered and the dying cries are shed
The smell of putrid meat pervading the air
When the time between battle leads to despair
The berserkr within
Will not be silent
The blood on the snow
And the meat that was rent
Berserkr
Berserkr
They stare into the void
In their glassy stare
On the bloody snow
They are already dead
I won’t give in
Dig down, dig in
Know my demons
Taste my venom
Stand before you
So cruel but true
See what is real
When I force feed you
Winter steel
The berserkr within
Will not be silent
The blood on the snow
And the meat that was rent
Berserkr
Berserkr
They stare into the void
In their glassy stare
On the bloody snow
They are already dead
(c) 2018 Frank Green
Ever truly live
The sky is black again
With the arrow storm
And I can breathe again
Among the pagan hordes
My arm grows tired from my weighted blade
As the day burns hotter with the cleansing flames
I long to paint the path with crimson insides
The blood moon rises here at the end of time
The berserkr within
Will not be silent
The blood on the snow
And the meat that was rent
Berserkr
Berserkr
They stare into the void
In their glassy stare
On the bloody snow
They are already dead
The air is cold again
With the promised night
When I can breathe again
The violence of the fight
The pile grows higher with the glorious dead
Oaths are uttered and the dying cries are shed
The smell of putrid meat pervading the air
When the time between battle leads to despair
The berserkr within
Will not be silent
The blood on the snow
And the meat that was rent
Berserkr
Berserkr
They stare into the void
In their glassy stare
On the bloody snow
They are already dead
I won’t give in
Dig down, dig in
Know my demons
Taste my venom
Stand before you
So cruel but true
See what is real
When I force feed you
Winter steel
The berserkr within
Will not be silent
The blood on the snow
And the meat that was rent
Berserkr
Berserkr
They stare into the void
In their glassy stare
On the bloody snow
They are already dead
(c) 2018 Frank Green
Published 12th Feb 2018
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12th Feb 2018 6:17pm
my darkest Lord Hades
this freaking bad ass..
I smiled to myself at this line..
"I long to paint the path with crimson insides"
because it's almost
as if the demons were speaking to me
through your pen & mind..
fucking fierce my Lord..
love Crim
this freaking bad ass..
I smiled to myself at this line..
"I long to paint the path with crimson insides"
because it's almost
as if the demons were speaking to me
through your pen & mind..
fucking fierce my Lord..
love Crim
20th Apr 2018 5:23pm
12th Feb 2018 9:59pm
Your writing style reminds me of symphonic or black metal. Always a story
20th Apr 2018 5:23pm
Anonymous
20th Apr 2018 4:46pm
this story makes me think of the mythology of the Sidhe, the faery realms, where there are warriors on all sides of every season, winter queen has her champions of winter doing their best to subdue the other 3 seasons champions and queens , etc.. well done, poet. much enjoyed the dark of this quill.
20th Apr 2018 5:24pm
