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We are WarriorsWe burn through our foe like wild fire.
The air is thick with the screams of battle.
We fight through fatigue and never tire
Our enemies are slain just like cattle.
We move from battle feild to battle feild.
We kill those who oppose and those who yeild.

We are viking.
We are strong.
We kill all that which is wrong.

I charge my enemy with sword held high.
I can't wait for valhalla, up in the sky.
My bretheren are tired but we push on.
We miss the village that we came from.

We are viking.
We are strong.
We kill all that which is wrong.

We've fought so hard and our blood is thin.
Our swords are blunt and our armour old.
When we

A Norseman HeartTo sail the seas under the northen star for honor in far off battle fields.
To fight for your family, your gods.
To get your place in the Halls of Valhalla.
This is a heart of a Warrior , a heart of a Norseman, a heart of a true Viking.

Honour Thy SteelI am your faithful companion.
I am your loyal slave.
I can cause great distruction.
I can even destroy the brave.

I rip through flesh.
I sevre your limbs.
I cut through metal mesh.
I hack through you and your kin.

To some I am merely a tool.
To some I am but metal and wood.
To you they are only a fool.
To you they are the opposite of good.

Warlord's EquinoxWarlord's Equinox

The tides they have turned / now winter is dying
The heralds of Freyja / refresh all the land
With Lenting now fading / I may not sit idle
The winds call me out / old dreams come to life

The time of my birth / is past forty winters
Great wealth I have gained / though much is at stake
Fights I have fought / and battles well weathered
Riches I gained / and the esteem of men

A hall I have built / with strong walls and candles
That gleam through the night / while the hearth-fire burns
Where ale flows and mead / and the venison roasts
To feed folk and family / sword-thanes and kin

My name is well known /

We all seek the sameWe all seek the same, we all seek the same.
The wolves are so cold they must kill to survive. Not much more different than you and I. Taking advantage as much as we can, never thinking to lend a helping hand. Greed is in our nature, if not we would die. The worlds a rough mistress with sweat down her thigh. We all seek the same, we all seek the same.
Rethinking life's lessons that once we were taught. The evil is with us, not much good as we thought. That won't keep us from our fruitful endeavors.
We all seek the same, we all seek the same.
The weak die off as we feed on they're flesh, the strongest keep fit as they pass life's tests, fai

The Diary of William BlakeTo my dearest brother, Robert,
Whilst walking on the Thames today, in the idle fashion that I am most fond of, I heard, to my utmost surprise, some news of the progress in France. Possibly the most exciting news I have learned of since I began keeping this journal for you, dear brother. Words can hardly express the hopeful fire now burning bright in my heart, though as an artist, it is my duty to try.
This news, I hear, of the French citizens' banding together to cast down the greed and corruption of a tax-loving monarchy, and gain a chance to help themselves improve their lives, is news that fills me top to toe with excitement.
This cit

InterjectionsYou are the world I see
Substance taking form before my eyes
Light and shadow dancing on the edge of vision
Opening my eyes to find the golden sun has risen
And seeing through the cleverest disguise
You are the world to me

     Aww, you're so sweet!
          Loki?  What are you doing here?  I'm writing a poem, just for you!  Please don't interrupt.
     Why not?  I was only trying to pay you a compliment.
          HA!  You never do any

The Man and the BeastSword in his hand
raising it high
He challenges the beast.
One Step at a Time
Closer and Closer
Knowing the gods are on his side
Weilding metal forged by Thor

Swinging at the mighty beast
He wont give up
Till it lays slain at his feet
Claws like sharp knives
Eyes shining Red
Breath like the dead

Vengeance Runs Through his veins
Knowing this is right
His Wife, His children, His village
Taken by this foul Creature
Never to be seen again this lifetime

Sword To neck
The beast falls dead
He walks over and picks it up
Though it will never replace lives lost,
It offers small condolences
An Eye for an Eye
A Tooth for a tooth

Skegga's Edda Chapter 9 - Odin's Troll HuntOdin's Troll Hunt
Tyr basked in his double victory and throughout Godhome the air was noisy with his praise.  His fellow Outlanders felt they needed to gain a success of their own to prove their equal worth.  The friends were gathered in Odin's private chambers at Battlehall, sharing their plans over a barrel of good ale.
'All we need to do' said Hoenir 'is go out into the Outlands, find a troll and kill him.'
'Tricky,' muttered Odin 'they are very strong.  Tyr must be more powerful than we realised.'
'I could bring one down with magic' Loki reminded them.
'No' Odin objected 'we are Osfolk now and should behave as warriors, not as chanting trollwives.'
'I am not a warrior' Loki replied sulkily.
'Then stay here' Odin retorted coldly.
Loki rose to leave, but concern for his friends forced him to speak.  'Beware of the trollwives, if you meet one without my aid, she will kill you.'
'Don't worry yourself' Hoenir smiled. 'We will only look for a male.'
Odin and Hoenir made ready and sharpen

Scream to BleedThe blood running from his body
The eyes in the night
The Old Man's own, screaming out his madness
Begging for an end to unhearing ears
An end which does not come
Still screaming, he takes up his blood
And spins it forth, away from his body
Away from a womb which should not be
A deliberately barren womb
He is not a slave to biology.

Crafted with CareI was forged in Valhalla
by the hammer of Thor
Crafted by divine
Given life to give more

My pen was designed
by the high gods themselves
to forge my own worlds
Their legacies to be my help

Forged with care
crafted with steady hands
so that one day my words
will be read throughout the lands

Odin be willing,
that my words will carry on
or perhaps one day
be regarded as song
but that is far beyond my time
far down the road, long
for today, today I sit and write
I write on and on

Forged in Valhalla
by the hammer of Thor
Crafted with care
just like Mjölnir

As were you my brothers,
my sisters too
Forged, tempered, cra

Fridge Magnet AnthesteriaYou whisper;
And I -
Joy drunk,
Fall from your mad embrace
Through milk and honey and warm ecstasy.
My blood trembles
And fevered visions flood from your fierce worship

Fervour EkstasisA whisper, like ivy tendrils
Caresses my mind
And makes me shiver.

I see the God in his eyes,
Smell Him in his sweat,
Taste Him on his skin.

I feel Him in his fingers.
My sight turns to mist
And drum beats echo from far away.

I slip, slide from his embrace
And fall into His
Through smoke and wine and madness.

In frenzy, I feel the need to scream,
To dance, to roar – We are lions! –
The need to tear flesh and wash it down with blood.

I fall from myself
Deeper and madder and to a darker place;
I fall into silence.

I fall before Him,
Desire set upon the altar of my flesh;
My thoughts of Him alone.

My obsessio

The LashFar easier it is to embrace the flames and find solace, phoenix-like;
To rise from ruin, reborn,
Than struggle on though middle ground safe and yet unsound.

I seek not to be consumed but transformed -
Tempered,
Distilled.

The lash of flame engorges my spirit, drives me to new desire.
Each pain, embraced, goads new knowledge – of self, of gods, of man;
And deep within my servitude I find liberation.

In each sudden, blinding flash swims visions
And I see myself most clearly, as if reflected in the mind of god
Spread across the deep expanse of eternity and filling the universe with my rapture.

A Song for ApollonI dreamt last night,
Of hazel eyes
And the smell of bay leaves burning.

You knelt above me
Music in your touch
Playing upon me like on the strings of a lyre.

Blazing like the sun,
Your golden gaze drew me forward
Like a bloom searching for heat.

You tasted of honey,
Parting my lips with your tongue
And setting my flesh aflame with your kiss.

I dreamt of you,
Lying with me in a noon-warmed field,
As sunlight chased patterns over our glistening skin.

I dreamt of you
And woke with the warmth of sunshine
Clinging to my spirit

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A dead warrior in a dead world

by ~DEIMOS-THE-GOD, Aug 16, 2010, 11:12:09 PM
Literature / Poetry / Romantic / Teen / Traditional Fixed Forms

I remember the day when life was simple.
I remember the day when my axe was sharp and my spear hand nimble
I miss the day when the sword was law.
I miss the day when you could rule everything you saw.

I miss my axe.
I miss my sword.
I miss my spear.
I miss having nothing to fear.

I yearn for the day when blood was in the air.
I yearn for the day when a battle was fought fair.
My sword, axe and sheild are riddled with rust.
My lungs, heart and armour are filled with dust.

I miss my axe.
I miss my sword.
I miss my spear.
I miss having nothing to fear.

A dead warrior in a dead worldby ~DEIMOS-THE-GOD

Literature / Poetry / Romantic / Teen / Traditional Fixed Forms

something I wrote up in food studies.

~xxNixKoxLeexx Aug 25, 2010

Somehow this hit close to home. I loved it.

~DEIMOS-THE-GOD Aug 25, 2010

thank you

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