Berserkergang Glorious

She roared in With a fury And abandon Rarely seen Charging in with Naught but Two axes And terrible vigor Creating corpses As she waded Through swathes Of combatants Only dried blood Decorated her garb As new blood Rained upon it A fire raged In the eyes Like a gift from Odin himself A trance-likeContinue reading “Berserkergang Glorious”

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