A Ballad for Death

A compilation of the first 500 poems I ever wrote.
I write in my free time accross different styles and themes, sometimes there are reasons to what I write and sometimes there are not, but I always try to follow my inspiration.


398. The old sea-god's shrine

Upon the high green hill

Where the wild wind howls shrill

There stands a wooden shrine

Long washed out by the brine.

You must go defenseless

Or be fully senseless,

To face the old sea god

And he, immortal cod,

Will gift you in a strange

Mysterious orange

Rising upon the west

The answer to your quest;

Thy need no offerings

If true your question rings

Though beware of the pain

Which comes with what you gain,

Oh you must remain strong

For what’s right can be wrong…

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