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A dead warrior in a dead worldI 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 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.

Life of MelancolySuch a desolate existence; the echo of melancholy reverberates throughout the decay of my reality.
The days pass in agony; each minute is filled with intense suffocating sorrow.
Excruciating convulsions of anguish tear through the hollow mortal that I am.
Tormenting emotions surround me, swirling in morbid patterns.
A sinister laughter rings out in metallic harmonies, it shatters my last hope of happiness.
I'm left in the meaningless void that is life.

WishesEmptiness echoes through me
The silence is almost too much to bare
My thoughts enveloped in the darkness
My words evaporating into the air

You warmth has all but vanished
Leaving me in a world of nothing but snow
Your voice is engraved upon my heart
Leaving me at my lowest low

What happened to us?
Or am I not allowed to ask?
That would cause you too many problems
That would break your perfect mask

But here we are
As broken as we were before
The darkness can't hold all these lies
And I'm tired of always wanting more

My chains of hate are broken
Your eyes can no longer destroy me
And though the past may beckon,
There's just n

Cold HeartI feel this coldness inside

closing up the heart that opened

blocking off words and memories

seeing my pain reflected upon my face.

Tears forming

A void in me.

Feeling lost...so full of aching thoughts...

A cry releases, seeing your pictures...remembering your voice.

The pain becomes a darkness of cooling ice.

Turning away the heart that has opened

squeezing every feeling out again.

wiping away the tears that drown my face.

There is no fire left in you for me...

Stepping back, i feel this pain wanting to break me down...

feeling how insignificant I truly am...how i am nothing to you...

Trying to stand once more

I box away the

forever light

draw me into your pyramid of pain
built on the blocks of terrible torture
on a life time of loving poisoned women
have I become your new medium of melancholy
in my scarred horrific beauty and anguish
I taste familiar on your lips, like past delicacies
etch into me how they hurt you
and their mistakes I won't repeat
I will make my own mistakes of course
because I am woman in every sinful sense
sketch to me of hurt
of unending nights of pleasure
days of confusion
tell me I may be nothing
tell me I am your everything
say to me that my words pierce your heart
still your breath
kill your hopes
draw them back to me, slap me to

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

alonewhy? why do my tears fall,
why do they moisten my very lips
when i have no reason to shed them,

have i become so blind,
i can not see what i truly feel?
or do they shed for a memory ive forgotten?
i dont know anymore,
i dont know myself.

maybe...
maybe this is what its like,
to feel true pain,
to be truly lonely,
in a world that simply doesnt care,
i guess i was born to be alone
i guess i realy will...perish unloved.

envie de rien, peur de la vieDétruit, rêves en tourmentes. Souffle triste.
Raté, perdu dans l'absence. Lumière morte.
Enfermer le jour dans un non et bannir en soi le moindre son.
Attendre, nuits après soirs. Un bruit dans le noir.

So ColdThe way I've chosen
So cold this time
Weaken me.
Proudly, I keep on walking,
The landscape around me,
Of grey and dread,
So cold in me.
Emotions leave behind
The ruins of my life.
The landscape around me,
Always the same,
Infects me.
So cold I am.

Je voudrais quitter ce corps, cet habit de chair,
Délester ce poids, abandonner cette lente agonie.
Je suis si froid.

This slow agony
Had poisoned my life.
Infected deep inside.
So cold insanity.
I can't cope anymore,
I'm so cold.

Je n'ai que faire de cette vie qui m'anime,
Je n'ai que faire de cette mort qui me guette.
Je suis si froid.

you're like a fireyou're like a fire, which devours me
you're like a thunder that electrifies me
you're like a dream that takes me on a high
you burn me from inside and
death feels like the blue sky..

De pierres et d'ombresDes étoiles qui ne sont que noms.
De la pierre jusqu'à l'ombre,
les filaments des larmes se sont éteints,
et avec eux l'espoir en vain.
J'ai vu un songe
et son sanctuaire perdu,
et sa musique déçue,
dans un seul chagrin.
Les pieux d'un ciel lourd
qui s'abattent sans peine,
me tuent un peu plus.
C'est mon fardeau qui s'éveille,
c'est le songe qui perdure,
comme la pluie qui revient.
J'ai vu ma main s'ouvrir,
et cette paume malade.
J'ai vu tes yeux pleurer,
et ton étreinte m'a fait mal,
j'ai su être cette douleur.
Les soupirs contre ce vent,
les sourires entre les dents.

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We are Warriors

by ~DEIMOS-THE-GOD, Aug 18, 2010, 3:01:59 AM
Literature / Poetry / Romantic / Teen / Traditional Fixed Forms

We 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 left we never thought we'd win.
Now the war done and the world has run cold.