Tag: vikings
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My role at ragnarok
The word in throat your highness The third toke chokes, high in this Back shed, pure in my defiance Spurning all alliance, turncloak My rage is age of iron, wroth Cold as Hoth my heart bound in iron confines Chains of great weight, as bade Fenrir stay Until the final, violent, schismal day, a dismal…
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Monkbutchery
In hand time’s sands, closely examined Found wanting in final accounting Upon barred churchdoors hammering Black Shuck against timbers flinging Inside, weeping priests pray deliverance Cradling pale monstrance, trailing snot Eve unseen since Vikings came reaving. Hiding in a roundtower’s highest floor Up where eagles soar Praying hands sore, clasping red beads In his robes,…
Alchemisland 