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    CAVERNS OF VALHALLA

    Viking

    I come to you in tatters

    mind, body and soul my triune

    I once wrote to you using words from the gods

    before an evil Germanic man stole the runes

     

    You could not decipher my message

    lost in translation during the continental shift

    such is the folly of frivolous children

    to be lost in paradise

    only to accept false Utopian gifts

     

    I wonder if you can hear me

    once our voices carried upon the northern wind

    yet over time my song of love was muted

    dilluted by the coronation of our original sin

     

    Such is love

    or the lack thereof

    when faithless fate tricks an unsuspecting mind

    we retain the pit of petulance

    leaving the fruits of our love labour behind

     

    And

    when the mountains

    rose from the sediment

    never were they an impediment

    to our consecrated love

    yet when the dove

    died

    the very first time she tried

    to fly

    in hopes of delivering an olive branch

    you chose to look askance

    thus

    our torutred existence could not advance

    beyond its intended interrment

    in the caverns of Valhalla

     

    I come to you now that nothing matters

    ashamed of my family crest

    doubting my very existence

    though I have touched the stigmata

    on the Savior's hands and chest

     

    Before me

    stands the Golden Tree

    mourners amidst merriment and reverie

    consigned they are to metaphor and allegory

    while their minds replay a forgotten destiny

     

    Marital Halls of the Chosen

    revelers with drinking horn in hand

    waiting anxiously for an alternative version of heaven

    contemptuously ignoring wails emanating

    from the church of forgotten woman and man

     

    Why are we fractured humans hoping

    for our soul's injunction

    a brief reprieve

    once you and I walked in the light of the King's Dominion

    before contempt of virtue taught us to deceive

     

    And

    before the waters of March

    filled vast empty basins

    and mixed with the salinity

    of a lover's anguished tears

    no peer

    no other woman

    I placed above you

    in the name of ghosts of Holy

    I promised to love you

    if need be die for you

    my soul interred in the dark caverns of Valhalla

    forevermore

    or to be left upon the shores

    of an Edenic Covenant consecrated in paradise

     

    I come to you with no dersion

    decisions

    made now cast a light pale

    only young hearts still bear the incisions

    of long forgotten tales

     

    Tell me why are the angels forming

    inquiring why

    we refuse to fly

    perhaps you should tell them in all honesty

    waxen wings inevitably melt

    causing pure love to fall from forgotten skies

     

    Why do I feel a cyaniding Rapture

    from the apple cider your proffered

    and I consumed

    and why did you willingly allow the demon

    to desecrate our love sign written in the runes

     

    Only you and I knew the Cipher

    and I held our shared virtue in high esteem

    but now as my tongue tingles from ingesting the Salts of Ester

    it is too late to redeem

    lives lost to hapless hopes and decanted dreams

     

    And

    when the sun chose

    to encroach upon its earth cousin

    consecrating the coven

    of witches and warlocks with but one evil decree

    and the sea's restless tiding

    now Valhalla is Rising

    is capsizing

    the Ark of Noah

    prophesized in the Gensis of love

    when the boa

    constricted love when it was first torn

    from the tattered remnants

    of a lover's soul

    leaving paradise

    devoid of life

    a shapeless void in a dark universe

    forever mourned

    by

    an everlasting scorn

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    • 9 February 2011
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