Bells of Nevermore
Moon
- Joined
- Dec 11, 2018
- Location
- The Great Red Desert
And the first dark chime is a little scrap of poetry. Enjoy... best done in Odin's name...
Thou Shalt Not... walk through the fire with stolen shoes.
Thou Shalt Not... weather the storm with the flayed skin of thy mother.
Thou Shalt Not... feed thy hunger with the flesh of thy father.
Thou Shal Not... teach fear to the soldier.
Thou Shalt Not... teach hunger to the beggar.
Thou Shalt Not... teach shame to the whore.
Thou Shalt Not... leave thy swine with no wallow.
Thou Shalt Not... starve the heifer to drink milk.
Thou Shalt Not... wash the hands of the babe with shattered glass.
Thou Shalt Not... dry the tears of the weeping eye to whom these crimes are done
With the clotted blood
Of the Raven's breast.
Thou Shalt Not... weather the storm with the flayed skin of thy mother.
Thou Shalt Not... feed thy hunger with the flesh of thy father.
Thou Shal Not... teach fear to the soldier.
Thou Shalt Not... teach hunger to the beggar.
Thou Shalt Not... teach shame to the whore.
Thou Shalt Not... leave thy swine with no wallow.
Thou Shalt Not... starve the heifer to drink milk.
Thou Shalt Not... wash the hands of the babe with shattered glass.
Thou Shalt Not... dry the tears of the weeping eye to whom these crimes are done
With the clotted blood
Of the Raven's breast.