Home
Poems: My Own
Poems: By others
Poems: Classical
Poems: Multilingual
Music & Songs
Stories & Myths
Links to Poetry
FAQ
Contact
Submit a Poem
The latest

 

~ By Courtesy of Others ~

 

Contemplations

The morass of civilization
weighs heavily
upon this warrior’s soul.
We are numbered things
from birth to death
owning sovereignty
not even over our own broken flesh.
Overfed, over-worked, over-stressed
and blind most especially when we think we see.
Were Midgard’s wyrd min to unfurl,
I would return us to a time
when the blood of enemies was the highest sacrifice,
when the terror You bring was celebrated,
and when men who called Your name
were actually brave.
I would bring death to this place if I could.
I would bring down this world of men
and the mad, pitiful creature they call a god.
Here, Ragnarok would be a blessing.

© Galina Krasskova
 

 

Back to : [ by Theme ]   [ by Author ]   [ by Title ]