Tell me what you hear, listen to them hum, hyms of old gods from a time long gone to dust.
What do they say, do you know what they mean they are chittering about birds of black night and the lands that they have seen.
Brave warriors donned with furs and jewls, buried in graves full of battle tools.
At rest from adventure on their wild seas beauty and death these old gods breath.
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My Sea Of Poems
PoetryJust some things I work on not professional in any way shape or form, let me know what you think. These poems are quite personal to me and I do warn you things do get a little deep sometimes.
