The Journey Part 4Farther and farther under the northern sky To pay the price of kinslaying crime I, the wanderer go forward, onwards in shame Cursed and pursued by those who once hailed me Battered and beaten by the hammer of the weather Forgotten by all except in old hatred Onward towards my doom at frost’s throneThe Journey Part 4
The howling of wolves and the keening of eagles Are all the skalds to herald the way of the damned Scarred byrnie and scramasax, woundweaver and broken shield All that comes with me, on my quest to the end Fire blackened, blood matted, soot stained and grave dusted
The Journey Part 3Skyborn the morning brings no succour The sheets of the sunfire crash at my treading The lust of the fallen, the touch of the yearning Thunder-bringer’s vengeance, the curse of the journey Lost to the hoping, the good and the glory Lost to all knowledge, all thought of an end Lost to all earth, the mountains go on.The Journey Part 3
Behind me I leave the cause of all reason It sings in the embers of deeds foul and craven Sings with the voice of dragon-gold calling Calls for a mist to cover my thinking A mist dark and crimson, a curtain of madness It called to the wolf heart, the fur
The Journey Part 2Onwards I marched, through the emptiness of the wild Lost in troubles and murmurings of warnings Lost in the strange land of my making Lost on the rocks of vengeance breaking Lost until the path is found Found beneath the eldritch heaven Found by one from life forsakenThe Journey Part 2
I thought of the earth, the world tree’s skin I thought of the seas and the serpents within The serpents come closer, and walk all around They left long the wavehome, and stalk me on ground Could this be the day when the greed price will find me? The love of the lost in the end will be binding.
The Journey: Part 1New darkness through the night Echoes of past screaming softer Longing, searching, dying, knowing Red gold strands of shipwrecks glowing Sup carefully from the kennings Of the maudlin word healer As we scramble from the lightThe Journey: Part 1
Another cold dawn Bringing steely sweat and cursed life The wolves follow me and haunt my dreams My dreams follow me and haunt my steps I listen to mutterings of the skies breath They come
I lay in the earth and pulled the stones and dust over My dust I lay in the earth and waited, scramasax in my grip The howlin
Belated Comment
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C'thulhu fhtagn!
You do know me by another name from *civilized* days of yore.
Good to still see you making great pics.
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Another pleasant valley Sunday
Send me a note, and reveal thy true face, sir!
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C'thulhu fhtagn!
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Another pleasant valley Sunday
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You see, I don't belong here. I'm not like you, I don't fit in. I live for that one shot, for that cold steel of the trigger. But you don't understand. You don't understand that it's about your mate next to you. And that's it. That's all it is.
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Sometimes, you can be too prepared...
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Another pleasant valley Sunday
You still listen to all your odd excuses for music?
....Good to see
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You see, I don't belong here. I'm not like you, I don't fit in. I live for that one shot, for that cold steel of the trigger. But you don't understand. You don't understand that it's about your mate next to you. And that's it. That's all it is.
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Busted indeed...there aren't many other fans of Stephen Fry with a predilection for large calibre naval gunfire or ongoing interests in late nineteen eighties developments in softwar...actually, there are probably a couple of others.
Thank you for the welcome, John. This is intended as primarily a place of pernicious poetry and pseudo-Proustian prose.
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Another pleasant valley Sunday
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