i can smell the gore in the air, burnt flesh and burnt hair. the flames sear the already cooked meat, tenderizing beneath my feet. am i dead or alive, ghost wandering this world so wide. i can hear the cries from the rainbow bridge, calling my name reaching me where i hid. valhallas thunder and odins horn, something to earn and not to be worn. i am not alone, but with many, faceless drones dead and uncanny.
Posted on: Tue, 10 Sep 2013 23:31:26 +0000
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