The Praise of Ragnar
This is an omen. God's have a got their pyres waiting.
I've had unbroken emotional strength for my whole life, it's fading
This rye's amazing. Hides the fear in my mind that might disgrace me
Slide away alone with a full rimmed goblet, or so I thought.
This guy would save me
Disguised and gazing with a withdrawn look as his eyes embrace me
It has to be mine. Land that the sky can taste like the highest glaciers
I feel depressed, off. I'm a wreck. Lost, and my mind is aimless, but
Sometimes a pep talk for whats next comes from surprising places
If I just... wait...
He'd finally say what, in time, replaced the spinal segments I'd misplaced
So we sat, enshrined by shade as a line of light aligned our eyelids
Laid my gaze on his brightened face, my eyes engage with this mystery
Resembling my father, not forgotten since his top goal still exists in me
I'm free to see the rifts completed, create sequels to his symphony
Our tied up iris' a prelude, what proceeded was a speech to me
As I inhale, his mouth opened. Breathing ceased, and then he spoke...
"I'm made of oak and pain like the boats which slay in Odin's name
Hemoglobin soaks and sprays from the throats of sheep and goats
Each disposed and devoted to pagan deities in hopes of praise
But we're known to raid, so I
Stepped in the soak with slayers. We stoked the flames, patrolled the waves
It was cold that day but I contain a soul that brags of molten claims
The men I brought with me often say they feel it as it glows and blazes
I remember my own elation raising our token flags in the zone we'd taken
Seen rowing straight from what most would says my ocean grave
I return, roaming the frozen plains that have grown to know my name
Made it home and dragged our boats and the gold we stole up the coastal bank"
The man who spoke this drank. I could almost taste it. I grasp it much clearer
Scratched my chin thinking as I raised my arm to show him thanks but
His hands in his beard. Still I read him like an old and ancient Roman tablet
He captained and steered something immaculate across the planets axis
Fingers point to a man of sheer tactical caliber who could have what he fears
Can't stand it, it's weird.. Trying to shake hands with the man in the mirror
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