On
the saddest day
of
the last winter on Midgard,
the
Valkyrie cried.
I
saw her tears dance
with
the wind and the snow,
perilously
lost
in
the embrace of a blizzard.
There,
in the snow-covered forest
the
bard and the dragon
lay
in their tombs.
They
once flew
under
a starlit roof,
their
deeds echoing
in
the halls of kings.
Mourn,
faithful dreamers,
for
gone are those days.
No
more harp or horn,
no
more firebreath or roar
shall
sound among the mute crowds.
Who’s
left to tell bravery from woe?
Oh
gods,
if
only I could
turn
this mead into blood!
Forgetful
is the cruel man,
his
memories lost
in
the weak whispers of a ghost.
Fare
thee well, chooser of the slain:
let
me listen to silence,
let
me wait in the dark
till
the eons have passed
and,
far on the horizon,
a
new star has sparked.
by J.R. Forbus
I am not a writer myself but I can recognize a good verse when I see it. A bit melancholy nonetheless full of emotions
RispondiEliminaThank you for sharing.