Feast by the Graveyard
- April 18, 2017
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Heavy with aspirations of this world
Like a lad with ample ambition
Beneath thee my body lies
Above thee my soul rise
Air full with elegy
Like smokes beneath mother's pot
As I journey up to the ancestors
To join the prepared feast
Drinking ale with them from curved horns
They would bask in the tales of my triumph
A hero is gone!!
So I would smile through the gates of Valhalla!!!
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