Title: at the funeral of the Æsir Baldr Author: Ventriloquist
Her eyes reflected off of the ship’s flames as She wrung her lily hands together choking back a hollowed sob as Her tears had dried against Her rose cheeks. He of the one-eye stood beside Her before having walked beside him and whispered riddled words into a deaf ear. the fire swallowed whole him and her whose heart burst at the sight of his fair corpse with mistletoe arrow through his chest. She sought out the Silvertongued Her son who was not Her son who had killed Her son. the Giantess who refused to mourn stood with hands crossed watching She who was a harlot. the mask broke and the Silvertongued laughed. Comments on "at the funeral of the Æsir Baldr"
Posted by Josh M. Webb on April 14, 2013
Very vivid imagery..and u gotta know the history for this one.. great poem thank you |
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