From Moor, Fen and Fastness
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Midnight I crawl through the dust of my tomb Darkness The womb of my mother In fear I retreat from the pain Look to the forest An unholy light Drawing my soul from its grave From the horizon the blood tinted night With powers of unlife I claim that this night shall be mine
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
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Caught between fearful forest and stinking bog, Men of empire, gleaming their swords, Their lives were ended Where do they lie? Grim faced Varus, Ermanric? Bloody heathens in forest realms, Unafraid of the spear hedge Flickering torchlight led them. Three legions to their doom. (Germanicus found them) A bone yard in the forest. Mouths sewn closed Crept through the shadow haunted, Realm of barbarian, Thunor smote the heavens above Stealthy heathen warriors, flitting through the dark Like great wolf and fierce boar They knew fear then - in the forest, In the shapeless dark they died Iron bound sons of the Emperor [Quinctili Vare, Legiones Rede] From the South they came - never to return. Empty their homesteads, Husbandless their land Where do they lie? Proud Varus and his kin who fell, Beneath the bright swords of fierce heathen men, Defending their land [I remember them] I am the returning Spirit of your ancestors, I am the Hunter whose call echoes through the hills, I am the Ghost of the whispering forest, I am the Raven on the wing, I am the Wolf, shadowy coated predator I cannot forget, I cannot die
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
And so it shall become, The high and horngabled, As dust beneath the rooftree, Dust upon the wind Dark skies gather around me, I raise my eye to the horizon, Beyond the river and the plain, Beyond the forest to the mountain's teeth beyond And so it shall become, The high and horngabled, As dust beneath the rooftree, Dust upon the wind So old, So old these paths I tread, So old, And do the stones remember, The ring-giver, rune-sword and the Gods? Well-wrought this wall: Wierds broke it. Stronghold burst... Snapped rooftrees, towers fallen, Work of Giants, stonesmiths mouldereth Rime scoureth the gatetowers rime on mortar Shattered showershields, roofs ruined, age under-ate them. And the wielders and the wrights? Earthgrip holds them - gone, long gone, fast in gravesgrasp while fifty fathers and their sons have passed.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026