I see you in the stillness,
when the frost forgets your name.
In the shadow of your struggle,
I guard your flame.
I see you when you're breaking,
though your eyes hold steady ground.
In the hush before the storm’s heart,
your courage makes a sound.
I see you in the striving,
on the path no skald will sing.
In the ache behind your laughter,
you bear a warrior’s wing.
I see you—by the hearthfire,
through the veil of winter’s night.
One soul can be a lantern,
and yours was born for light.
Skald
Tour the Araby
Lawrence, betrayed
Other worlds, Orange lands
Countries low, or
MAGA land
Allenby, Hussein
Balfour, MacMahon
Bibi, Sisi
Khamenei, those men
Circassian mountaineers
Walk on sand
Jesus, no water
Wine, from holy land
Sweetest, Idunn’e apples
Life, what I seek?
Here, a foreign man
Sadness within me is my skald,
Ignorant world, taunting my afterworld,
Why is my soul in this soil pinfold...
The sky is filled with dark enshroud,
Am dumbstruck, thunderstorms cloud...
Love is an unloved harken,
The heart in me, a shrunken token...
Fey reliquary in the sand,
Buffing the defoliated leaves off my land,
She lay her tears on my heartland...
Miseries of the silenced one...
Tortured hell gone...
The horned helmet of the dawn has met my sight
They’re shouting loudly, that I’m wrong – I’m right
The sky is putting on the armour of mournful clouds
I’m man with weapon I’m not farmer let someone shouts.
I’ve taken sword with hand of vengeance I’ve taken shield
I’ve never seen the kind angels and I have built
the ship to sail in land of Glory to seek and find
And maybe I will tell this story for famous Skald.
The morning’s giving me direction to be the One
I’m waiting so for satisfaction my will be done
I carry woes and pain and fury on peak of sword
I want to win I want it truly to be the lord.
I’ll share the blood without the weeping there is no choice
I hear myself that death is creeping I hear the noise
of battle and I kill with smile I’m tough as stone
I see the dead they stand like file I see the dawn.
We were poets and hymns
were so vital and proud
Our beautiful dreams
As I see haven’t found.
We have lost our Cult
Our poems have died
Let me say you are Skald
We won’t stop our fight.
Our power’s in rhymes
Under shining of the sun
They will judge us for crimes
Those we have never done.
We have lost our Cult
Our poems have died
And I’m telling you Skald
Are you ready to fight?
Our verse in the past
Honey’s flowing on ground
Our songs about lust
As we know haven’t found.
I can see other cults
I can see other war
I will say we were Skalds,
But we’re not anymore.
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