Against the hard, blackened wind, man lusts and hoards the blood of man,
You must login to vote
Out from the dark soul of greed,
A frozen death, the hunger breeds, feeds, and bleeds.
The bitter taste revenge devours.
A rebirth grudges unmeasured bore.
Hate's the cancer, King Prymr's fiasco ignored.
Thor's bridal gown ruse; beneath the blood soaked hammer,
The defeated giant serpents lie;
Nine steps crushed the god's rise by a venomous demise.
Mortal enemies die.
Through massive lies they feed the unborn seeds;
Taut combats fractured while roach's sins thrive, survive.