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Non-Norse Poetry by Others ~
The Sad Heart
Alas! What horrid dreams had I!
Many had to needlessly die.
Brother bore arms against brother
And my friends fought one another.
Our true foe’s presence is so clear,
And yet we all succumb to fear.
We are set at each other’s throats
While our enemy laughs and gloats.
I saw the fire in our eyes.
Our hatred soared into the skies.
Why did we split ourselves apart?
In this dream, I felt the sad heart.
We are mislead by men in power
Who bring us to our darkest hour.
We fight ourselves instead of them.
In this dream, I felt so much shame.
Like our foes, we fall into greed,
And care not help comrades in need.
Harsh words give way to harsh actions.
We dissolve to different factions.
I saw the fire in our eyes.
Our hatred soared into the skies.
Why did we split ourselves apart?
In this dream, I felt the sad heart.
This dream of brotherhood broken
Saw not a good deed of token.
The tears gathered in my eye’s gleam.
Please tell me this was just a dream.
©
Justin Douglas Blackford
Thor´s
Hall - For those interested in and devoted to the Thunderer.
Kunst
des Fechtens - Medieval & Renaissance-based martial arts
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