North wolf-door belongs
To the Devil in songs;
The dark iron-tree
Born of dead-sky-sea
Fell through fire, slate
Thick boar-skull plate
And dragon-crest helm
Into the Albion magic realm.
North wolf-door belongs
To the Devil in songs;
The dark iron-tree
Born of dead-sky-sea
Fell through fire, slate
Thick boar-skull plate
And dragon-crest helm
Into the Albion magic realm.
“Another quiet day in Paradise,”
The lonely angel sobs,
“Perhaps I got too many things wrong
Where I was before –
Or got too many of them right?
But, truly, I cannot settle here
Between the scarlet and the spire.”
“Sadly, there can be no excuse
For, this, my attitude …
Nor any question of escape
For I cannot cease to be.”
27/2/2012
Twenty six summers
Riding a thousand angry bees
For the first competition time.
Blacktack rope tied
Around burning sands:
All of the things
That are going to happen
Between these corners.
Let everyone be here
When the last flag falls.
8/4/2012
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