Ode to the Barbarian Warrior

battle-axe

burning through the air.

Seeking out a skull

to split open.

Like a virgin

the skull splits apart.

Sheds warm red blood.

Sheds life.

*

Still I burn and yearn

for warm blood

for someone elses life.

The fight is on.

The night cold and calm.

Iced steam flares

from my nostrils.

Entangled in battle.

Hands calm cool

blind.

*

The battle-axe is my shepherd

I shall not want

It makes me want to fight

In nights of hate

It leads me through battle rough

It’s shaft and steel will lead me through

and comfort me

In deaths dark valley

I shall spill blood

Red rivers of hate and fear

Victory will always be mine.