In twilight's shroud, where bloodlines cross,
The Danelaw carved the land with loss,
Steel kissed stone, and fire met skin,
Where gods and saints were forced to sin.
Beneath the raven's shriek, the soil bled red,
Christian whispers met Pagan dread,
Odin's wolves stalked Christ's pale flock,
In shattered towns, faith's cold shock.
Iron hearts, clenched by fury's hand,
Struck down the cross to claim the land,
Yet in the dark, no peace was found,
For death in faith knows no bound.
They merged, but like oil in water's coil,
Each god demanded blood for soil.
The axe was swift, the sword was true-
Both holy and heathen, red to the root.
Each prayer, a promise to tear the other down,
In the silence, corpses wear the crown.
Now ghosts of gods in shadows creep-
The Danelaw's curse, where none can sleep.
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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...
