The Bridge

A derelict bridge
Ochre stain weeps in the rain
Shedding iron blood

Choose Wisely

Choose wisely my friend
Only time can ever tell
The path to ruin

Empty Slumber

In empty slumber
I touch the void, never to
remember my dreams

Viking Haiku

Freyja's tears await
Those willing to rage against
The sleep of the sword



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