The Norse Night
The thunder rang out…..
over….
the foothills, forests and fertile fields
like the battle cry of the Valkyrie’s.
Rain
Fell
like the
pounding
hoofs of their of their steeds.
Tree limbs
Lay
torn asunder
by Thor’s lightning,
reaching
longingly for the fabled halls of
Valhalla…………………..
mimicking the brawny arms of the Nordic Hordes.
The only other sound….
on the feral wind
was Loki’s laughter
as the flames rose
from the churches steeple.
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