As I ride upon my steed to the field of battle I spot a wraith of satanic proportion
flying upon a scortched daemon bird. Slowly swooping down upon the battle at hand.
Engulfing the fallen, grappled by the talons of his evil transportation. I join the
battle fighting for my life. My brethren slain amungst me, I never surrender. I finally
hear the whispers of the fallen and I know my Fate. I elope in Death's embrace and am
forsaken to the Golden Hall where I await the day my fathers call my name.

Wrote this while I was traveling around Europe. Mixture of norse mythology and god knows what...

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I like that one much better



I especially like that line

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Brings up some awesome imagery... It's short yet it has a lot of content. I like it.

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thats some good shit there dude

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