Blakkrstjarna

Eyes fall into the mirror, headlong, More than mortal frame reflecting. For fickle fire somewhere within, Behind lenses blurred to obfuscate. Pain remedial, now senses to fade, A tired visage, in horrors steeped. Candlelight warm in irony shedding, To this life snuffed out by coldness. Stagnant air, dust on memories to settle, Old thoughts set under such to glaze. Like pottery a process hopelessly likened, Coarse undertones, by colour streamlined. A vessel sealed, breeding darkness, Vault underground, roots finally to crack. Thus it comes, blackness in streaming, Immortal ink, quenching all emotion. Traces gold of past-life, h

Life is a ceiling fan, creaking in the darkness above your head as you try to sleep at night; your eyes, gazing hopelessly into the black, trying to form something from its disproportioned tune. Relentless, you strain to hear it, some sort of crude music that will eventually, lull you to unconsciousness. Then, on the verge of giving up, it comes to you... Blocking out unwanted beats, you begin to hear that which you've desired... A melody. And following this new-found strand, this blessed rythm, this beam of potential light, piercing through the void of your insomniatic darkness, you begin to have, hope... Hope for sleep.. You become comforta

Allr Hagall Til Oðinn, Allrfaðir Dróttinn af drengr, hrauster Dróttinn af sverð-skellr og geirr-slá! Fá dauði frœgiligr til hugr, Dauði seit til vándr flœrð. Já, dauði til allr. Fyrir allr standa í ótti og staðr, Af dreyrugr Vígtyr. Allr Hagall Til Oðinn, Allrfaðir                   ~ All Hail To Odin, Allfather Lord of warrior, stout-hearted Lord of sword-stroke and spear-strike! Give death honorable to courage, Death slowly to wicked deceit. Yes, death to all. For all stand in fear and respect, Of blood-stained Battleg