Serene peace permeates the garden
Herbs deftly cut and gathered
By the hands of a zealous devout
Words of prayer fill the monastery
Partly hidden by a comforting fog
In truth; God is present on these grounds

"Odin owns ye all!"
A sudden roar followed by more
As a spear lands in our midst
Crumbling defenses of arms and faith
Thus are we offered to a one-eyed god
The first axe descends; indeed, we are lost

Crazed beyond mortal comprehension
By the effects of faith and fungi
The proverbial demons of the night
Plundered the holy grounds of Lindisfarne
Hidden by their treacherous confidante;
The fog of fear; the bringer of blight

Serene finality permeates the garden
Herbs cruelly ruined and trampled
By the feet of zealous devouts
Moans of death fill the monastery
Partly muffled by a treasonous fog
In truth; gods have battled on these grounds



Poetry by Thomas Selnes
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Written on 2006-07-22 at 01:37

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