Ablaze
26 October 2016
On a cold wintry night when the logs bade fire
The fog covered the moons white silvery faces
The dark shadows bowed slight from weight of desire
Like drunken addict swoons revealing his traces
The shadows followed light opposed to each aspire
Consume glory in spoons display your best laces
Centered twirl in the might of your glorious sire
Talk music draw the runes of transitions’ spaces
Dead grass called to crickets solemn dance to amaze
As the nightingales sang to dark secrets unwound
The woodlands bore thickets that circled in a maze
Thunder clapped with a bang lightning twirled all around
The surges broke pickets more than wood set ablaze
Knowing deadly bells rang as his face hit the ground
Reading of the poem:
Odal – Wardruna
Raido – Wardruna
Naudir – Wardruna
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