Experimenting with a more archaic style; feel free to mock.


Hymn to hall up high


Oh ocean blue, I sing to thee,
embrace my essence, come set me free!
For I have walked this earth too long,
and know the fears and joy of man;

I tasted tears, wove dreams denied,
made love in orchards of the night
Where sun would rise, to hearts delight,
whom beheld symphonies of shade;
thy strings of drowsing darkness
praising infant rays of light.



And whilst thy vision did impress,
it would not let my sore soul rest.
So hear me sing, oh ocean deep,
this shattered shell is thine to keep!

Please hear my prayers, thy waves of white,
heed my griveous call!
Oh harvest moon, the time has come,
reap the seeds of agnst thou hast sown!

My treasured twilight, take this burden,
release from earthly plight!
I have felt thy might seduce my spirit,
and now I yearn for wisdom still unknown.



So bestow me blessings, grant me passage,
to thy kingdom through the clouds.
Set thy table, feed my hunger,
quench my thirst with wells of lore;

In hallowed hall up high, where stars die and sun is nigh



Poetry by Tim Ohman
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Written on 2013-08-22 at 23:19

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grizzedram
When I read this I hear music in my head. Some kind of epic, possibly folk or viking metal. Seriously. It's like a more sophisticatedly written Amon Amarth lyrics. Note that this isn't a bad thing.

I appreciate the archaic style. Highly enjoyable read.
2013-08-23