The wings of death, the breathless flight,
'Neath iron skies of endless night.
No sun to warm, no stars to see,
Only shadows in dark memory.
The bones do crack, the flesh does tear,
Where ravens feast and eagles dare.
Feathers of skin, stretched wide and thin,
A bitter rise, a blood-born kin.
By axe's bite and seax's kiss,
The spine does break, the soul dismissed.
Thor's hammer falls, the gods do call,
To carve a path through bone and gall.
Each scream, a prayer, a broken vow,
A serpent coiled around the brow.
In blood they swim, in pain they fly,
For Odin's eye, no death's denied.
A crueler feast the gods await,
In red-wet wings they find their fate.
No mercy here, no hall of gold,
Only the flight of the doomed and cold.
So wide the wings, so black the sky,
No man should dream, no man should try.
For those who dared and those who fell,
Will know the wings of Hel's dark spell.
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Lurk's Compendium of Dark Poetry (LCDP)
PoetryIn this collection of poetry, the veil is torn away, revealing the undercurrents of darkness that run through the human experience. These poems are raw and relentless, exploring the spaces where light fails to reach, and the truths we fear most come...
