Inspired by the music of Enslaved
Fallen son, fallen sun
Shouted at the gods in vain
Beseeched the vaulted sky
Silent like the dense night
Rode on like the wind
Through the forests filled with death
And the fires of my birth
Hell and earth, one and the same
Moulded from the soil
And fused with the lights above
Caverns in my mind
And the timber of age in my limbs
Fallen from the dreams of the thunder
Onto the hard, living earth
Blood burning, breathing hurting
Child forgotten by the elder ones
M.M. — 09-Mar-2015
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