how whispered seas
freeze flames so bold
a rife and cold affair
on torrent skies
forgotten old
wild tyrant
skin so fair
on word strike true
a golden oak
soaked in the blood of man
and so forgot
the quiet rot
a beastly horrid land
how blistered march
a ceiling arch
a manner all too keen
of numbered ends
of whispered seas
of horrid skies depend
of tyrant lies
of old divide
mad horses
born anew
and soak we do
in cadence new
false promises
descend
Flashbacks to the void. Thank you for sharing.
Thank you for reading 🙂
elegant.
Thank you! 🙂
For some reason I was thinking Viking lore while reading.
I love this, thank you for reading. 🙂