by Richard Raab
Wednesday, December 11, 2002
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I stood at the top of the hill, head bowed as I sighed
Odin's hand on my shoulder, Thor standing at my side
Sunna on the horizon, spreading orange across the sky
The wind murmured its sympathies to me as I cried
My fist clenched in silent anger, so tight that it bled
Thor's expression grim as he laid Mjolnir in my hand
So very many spirits mourning with me for my dead
The sky, the trees, the animals and even the very land
So few left for me, I thought as we climbed up the hill
Gripping Mjolnir firmly, the hammer yearning to kill
The evil ones were up there waiting to test my will
The utter chaos that radiated from them made me ill
They grin as they saw us quickly approaching
Their empty eyes sparkling like blood colored gems
My sons, the only family I have left, both stand firm
Three warriors of light stood facing the demons of wyrm..
"I will not stop fighting until every last one of you is dead!
I won't stop until I have for a trophy each of your heads!
You'll pay for each person killed, you've made your own beds!"
I leapt into action with the hammer, dealing out death
"Die! You killed my father! Die! You killed my brother!"
"Die! You killed my sister! Die! You killed my mother!"
I roar, as a demon's head is crushed by the might of Mjolnir
Wielded by my fist, fueled by the rage of a berserker
Valorous Gabriel at my right with his soft wings of feather
Grasping a gleaming bright sword that controls the weather
Cunning Kain at my left with his dark wings of leather
Wielding a scarlet axe that summons things which slither
Both of them fighting the demons together as they should
one light, one dark.. they are brothers in arms and in blood
so the sounds of our fight echo throughout the woods
the demons can't win but fight as if they think they could
My sons battle so calmly, a contrast to my madness
Both of them seem to keep their rage so easily harnessed
but I can't control this pain infecting my mind like an abscess
All I can seem to think about is vengeance
In the end we stand in gore, bloody weapons still in hand
but nothing has changed, as the demons lay dead in the sand
Gabriel and Kain look at me with pity, their eyes so sad,
I feel worse than before and I still hear the cry of the land
Revenge. It feels good for a moment but no death can heal a wound as large as this one..