Race With the Falcons

O Mighty One thou who once reigned the Earth and sky I call you, come forth from the darkness Grant me the knowledge to see all And an engine of war With it to strike down my foes, to fly across the reformed world Like the lightning in the night Slashing through the pitch-black sky, reaching towards a new horizon Let me rise again and ride with the north wind through the sky Feel the taste of a new conquest And race with the falcons Too long I’ve dwelt in shadows once again Waging the war inside my head Now hardened by the cold to be unbroken once and for all With the gods by my side, armed and ready to strike

Submitted by Finntroll — Nov 11, 2025

One day I walked the road and crossed a field to go by where the hounds ran hard. And on the master raced: behind the hunters chased to where the path was barred. One fine young lady's horse refused the fence to clear. I unlocked the gate but she did wait until the pack had disappeared. Crop handle carved in bone; sat high upon a throne of finest English leather. The queen of all the pack, this joker raised his hat and talked about the weather. All should be warned about this high born Hunting Girl. She took this simple man's downfall in hand; I raised the flag that she unfurled. Boot leather flashing and spurnecks the size of my thumb. This highborn hunter had tastes as strange as they come. Unbridled passion: I took the bit in my teeth. Her standing over --- me on my knees underneath. My lady, be discrete. I must get to my feet and go back to the farm. Whilst I appreciate you are no deviate, I might come to some harm. I'm not inclined to acts refined, if that's how it goes. Oh, high born Hunting Girl, I'm just a normal low born so and so.

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Nov 11, 2025