Berserker but

Wide twisted grayed white cloud of thunder
O'er ground so hallowed waiting in asunder
A tale untold until the flash of crashing light
Unfolds to show the shattered scene of blight
What is this rack of torment in suspense
To cause this pounding redness of intense
Can winds of Wodyn thrust valkyrie thus
The tides are wrong this singing song
Will be the end of us
The tunnel forms to take us in it's dance
As axe and sword a swing to madness trance
Once more to see Valhalla's open door
Or wake to shaking silence on this shore
Bathed in others' blood still yet unsure

Reviews

[Tomás Ó C..]

I love this poem,didnt readit before either. Good to hear the reading...

[Gandré]

wow this I didn'T see. wonderful truth and perfect expression, this is lyrical poetry, written from life's angle, isn't it a racious comedy ? This was extremely satisfying!