“Adorn them in hammered ribbons of gold
Bloodstones for the weak, rubies for the bold.
Ships to the sea with God’s holy fire;
Burning prow alight, mortal Viking’s pyre.
Ravens in the eaves watch ghosts on the hill,
While sea gods wrestle o’er a dead man’s will.
Pagan kings clamber o’er what wounded dies.
Wise Odin sacrifices his eyes for eyes,
Cursed empires drown in fire and blood.
Mythologies dissolved into ancient mud;
Comes the Second Coming and the second power
From ash heaps and shadows rises an eternal flower.” By Michael Kurcina
I’d like to see more people write and I encourage them to. Would I love to spend more time on this craft of writing poetry, sure. Everything seems to get in the way. If you think you have a story to tell, tell it, and make time for it. Am I happy with the outcome of this one? No, but it’s what I made time for. I don’t care if your job is stacking bodies or furniture. I encourage you to write poetry, stories, blog articles, whatever. Create!
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