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Wragg

Chronicler of Crux
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Smoke from the nearby city
Wreathed a bloody scene from hell
As the victors had no pity –
The wrong damn side as well!

We, the losers, lay there dying
(The lucky ones were dead)
Their troops were now applying
Their axes to our heads.

My body was completely numb
I could not move away
I knew then that my time would come
Before the close of day.

My conscious mind was drifting
Though it was not yet gone
When I saw a sight uplifting –
A black and graceful swan!

Her feet then kissed the river
As she landed close to me
Her size then made me shiver
But I had no pow’r to flee!

She spread her wings out wide
She stood to her full height
She pierced me with her eyes
I screwed up mine, real tight.

And then – my lips caressed
A woman’s tongue, on mine
I gazed up, in distress
As I felt her heal my spine.

Her eyes were pools of hazel
Her hair of satin gleamed
By any fair appraisal
The woman of my dreams!

For she was slim and naked
Her breasts like golden globes
The feeling almost sacred
As she removed my clothes.

The battlefield fading
And I no longer cared
I didn’t need persuading
To love that girl, right there!

She knew how she was loving
We caressed, we stroked, we kissed
Our simultaneous coming
In waves of sensual bliss.

And then, ‘twas I was soaring
Towards Valhalla’s hall
But then I heard them roaring
I saw my Valkyrie fall.

In her passion, she’d been seen
By those evil, mortal men
No longer an immortal queen
But a human girl again.

They took her and they used her,
They dragged her to a tree
How cruelly they abused her
And she called out to me.

“They’re nailing me to Yggdrasil
“They don’t know what they do!”
I saw her eyes of hazel
“I’m coming there to you!”

The soldier raised his hammer
And drove his spike of steel
And then he screamed, and stammered
As the ground began to reel.

Bolts of fire came raining down
Thor’s hammer, raised instead
Caverns opened up within the ground
And soon they all were dead.

I looked for my sweet Hazel
The naked girl had gone
But there above Yggdrasil
Flew one majestic swan.
 
Smoke from the nearby city
Wreathed a bloody scene from hell
As the victors had no pity –
The wrong damn side as well!

We, the losers, lay there dying
(The lucky ones were dead)
Their troops were now applying
Their axes to our heads.

My body was completely numb
I could not move away
I knew then that my time would come
Before the close of day.

My conscious mind was drifting
Though it was not yet gone
When I saw a sight uplifting –
A black and graceful swan!

Her feet then kissed the river
As she landed close to me
Her size then made me shiver
But I had no pow’r to flee!

She spread her wings out wide
She stood to her full height
She pierced me with her eyes
I screwed up mine, real tight.

And then – my lips caressed
A woman’s tongue, on mine
I gazed up, in distress
As I felt her heal my spine.

Her eyes were pools of hazel
Her hair of satin gleamed
By any fair appraisal
The woman of my dreams!

For she was slim and naked
Her breasts like golden globes
The feeling almost sacred
As she removed my clothes.

The battlefield fading
And I no longer cared
I didn’t need persuading
To love that girl, right there!

She knew how she was loving
We caressed, we stroked, we kissed
Our simultaneous coming
In waves of sensual bliss.

And then, ‘twas I was soaring
Towards Valhalla’s hall
But then I heard them roaring
I saw my Valkyrie fall.

In her passion, she’d been seen
By those evil, mortal men
No longer an immortal queen
But a human girl again.

They took her and they used her,
They dragged her to a tree
How cruelly they abused her
And she called out to me.

“They’re nailing me to Yggdrasil
“They don’t know what they do!”
I saw her eyes of hazel
“I’m coming there to you!”

The soldier raised his hammer
And drove his spike of steel
And then he screamed, and stammered
As the ground began to reel.

Bolts of fire came raining down
Thor’s hammer, raised instead
Caverns opened up within the ground
And soon they all were dead.

I looked for my sweet Hazel
The naked girl had gone
But there above Yggdrasil
Flew one majestic swan.

Your angel of death....I would be proud.:rolleyes::D
 
Thanks for the nice comments!

I'm afraid I've played fast and loose with Norse mythology here but why let a mere detail spoil a good poem.

Yggdrasil is the Tree of Life, and a squirrel named Ratatosk runs up and down it causing trouble.

Squirrels causing trouble? Perish the thought

W
Ratatosk.jpg
A swan, new profile pic, new title "Chronicler " :)
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Yes, Yupar, I'm chuffed to bits to be a Chronicler of Crux

Big thank you to the Admin team!

W
 
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Thanks for the nice comments!

I'm afraid I've played fast and loose with Norse mythology here but why let a mere detail spoil a good poem.

Yggdrasil is the Tree of Life, and a squirrel named Ratatosk runs up and down it causing trouble.

Squirrels causing trouble? Perish the thought

W
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Yes, Yupar, I'm chuffed to bits to be a Chronicler of Crux

Big thank you to the Admin team!

W


According to authority, a chronicler is one who often gives conflicting accounts of battles, depending upon which side he favors. We already have a judge who claims to be impartial, but we all know he condemns every poor slave girl brought before him. Can we expect better of our newly appointed "chronicler"? Time will tell.:rolleyes:
 
According to authority, a chronicler is one who often gives conflicting accounts of battles, depending upon which side he favors. We already have a judge who claims to be impartial, but we all know he condemns every poor slave girl brought before him. Can we expect better of our newly appointed "chronicler"? Time will tell.:rolleyes:
I have to protest against that and make clear for everyone that I only feel pity for all those poor damsels who wanted to be freed. It was a social service:devil:
 
Thanks for the nice comments!

I'm afraid I've played fast and loose with Norse mythology here but why let a mere detail spoil a good poem.

Yggdrasil is the Tree of Life, and a squirrel named Ratatosk runs up and down it causing trouble.

Squirrels causing trouble? Perish the thought

Actually we had a little run on that theme last year though I fear it may have been victim to the crash :(

I'll see if there is any remnants in my own archives.
 
Let me see if I am getting the bigger picture.

No good deed goes unpunished or ...

a Tree and a Squirrel will always be at odds?

:rolleyes:

:confused:
 
According to authority, a chronicler is one who often gives conflicting accounts of battles, depending upon which side he favors. We already have a judge who claims to be impartial, but we all know he condemns every poor slave girl brought before him. Can we expect better of our newly appointed "chronicler"? Time will tell.:rolleyes:

The side he favours is usually the one that brings him the greatest reward....:rolleyes:
 
Actually we had a little run on that theme last year though I fear it may have been victim to the crash :(

I'll see if there is any remnants in my own archives.
So whoever caused the crash brought down both Yggdrasil and Ratatosk? :mad:
Or lets him live

Important consideration that :devil:
A big hat with the word PRESS on it will usually keep one out of trouble...:rolleyes:

W
 
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