By moonlight over marsh and moor I fly
Enraged by Hrothgar’s revels
Enemy of my bloodline is man
Drunken mead hall minstrels
In Heorot, the hearth fire-light has died
The night is still, men sleep
I snap the dozing sentinel’s neck
Among the dormant creep
Snatching the sleeping forms from their beds
I devour their muscled limbs
Sinew from splintered bone I rip
Gorge on my gruesome feast
The ring-giver’s fealty-sworn band laid waste
No man can stand against me
Night after night I repeat my raid
Until my slayer I meet
© Barry Alexander
Doha 2015
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Coalescence
PuisiI am attempting to branch out and free myself from the constraints imposed by the label 'war poet'. I once wrote a poem (sadly lost) which voiced my frustration at my apparent inability to write about anything other than combat and its aftermath. ...
