Post by thefleetsin on Dec 27, 2017 19:22:23 GMT
the gates of stavanger
who is the man,
come from sea foam's grave...
what is this stavanger?
this place,
a lapse in time?
who is left here to defend?
to
honor brazened sword?
i have heart
enough for many a warrior
to embrace
in blood and mead and war.
what cross is this upon lentil door of pine?
where are the oaks of dark wood,
ingrained
with brother's blood?
how many brave men have died here
and now
cold streets where once was mud.
i call you out!
from pew and pulpit pit,
from
linen shielded light.
i call you out!
before my judgment seat,
take heed of vikings' might!
o warrior of woods,
come men by fjords blue light!
we take stavanger
back to us
by odin's sword tonight!
reclaim the pride of our dead king
who brought this son of light.
to placate weakness
mute the souls of us long bred to fight.
i have reached the gates of stavanger
from depths beyond far seas.
through mountains pass on fjords divined
i rode on windblown steed.
to shake the backbone of the world,
bring nóregr back to me!
i stand before you stavanger
with sword in hand
take heed!
sjw 08/22/09 inspired at this very moment in time by shotgun beth
from the ‘battle series’ of poems
who is the man,
come from sea foam's grave...
what is this stavanger?
this place,
a lapse in time?
who is left here to defend?
to
honor brazened sword?
i have heart
enough for many a warrior
to embrace
in blood and mead and war.
what cross is this upon lentil door of pine?
where are the oaks of dark wood,
ingrained
with brother's blood?
how many brave men have died here
and now
cold streets where once was mud.
i call you out!
from pew and pulpit pit,
from
linen shielded light.
i call you out!
before my judgment seat,
take heed of vikings' might!
o warrior of woods,
come men by fjords blue light!
we take stavanger
back to us
by odin's sword tonight!
reclaim the pride of our dead king
who brought this son of light.
to placate weakness
mute the souls of us long bred to fight.
i have reached the gates of stavanger
from depths beyond far seas.
through mountains pass on fjords divined
i rode on windblown steed.
to shake the backbone of the world,
bring nóregr back to me!
i stand before you stavanger
with sword in hand
take heed!
sjw 08/22/09 inspired at this very moment in time by shotgun beth
from the ‘battle series’ of poems
