The Endless Chapter (Poem)

The weight of a world upon our shoulders,
a boundless love trapped in our rib cage,
our frown clouded by the sorrow of aeons,
sunlit waves caressing our mouth corners,
a dream entangled in the precepts of age,
our thoughts shaken to the very nucleons,

the frequencies of the past streaming answers,
a secret in our eyes dancing to the carnage,
our hearts stripped by pretty surgeons,
the present covered in blazing blisters,
a future sculpted by the wisdom of mileage,
we’re flowers grown in the darkest dungeons
clinging to the fast-passing like cleavers,

while our souls pretend to be mortal.

© Syl R. Martin

That Love (Poem)

That love froze for us,
it formed the cage of ice around our hearts,
it gave us a chill in the hottest of nights,
it burned like fire when winters came to pass,
it left trails reflecting the falling of leaves at dusk,
it shot drops of spice into our bloodstream every time
a flower opened the same way your eyes opened to mine.

Wherever we go, wherever we are,
no matter how much time goes by,
that love is still part of us,
like it always was in the lives we shared before
and will always be in the lives that eternity
has promised to us both.

We knew at first sight
and yet no sight was needed
to feel we were one.

That love captured us
and set us free
at the same time.

© Syl R. Martin

BattleAxe Tale In Verse (Poem)

Red in the field,
red on my hands,
warrior of legends,
scourge of realms.

For no one I yield,
I’m king of their lands,
the whip of their fiends,
they obey my commands.

Valhalla was my godsend,
I dreamed of its viands,
but it’s not how my story ends,
my axe is in quicksands.

My daughter I must defend,
a wanderer seized her strands,
snatched her from her friends,
Nidhoggr hear my demands.

I was told the bastard died,
but my Freydis is found nowhere,
my soul I sell to you in exchange
of ripping out of his her whereabouts;
Valhalla will forever wait,
Odin now hates my guts.

Vipers of Nastrond, meet my axe,
you are on my way, prepare to die,
you’ll be no more and I’ll get my prey,
my fury is greater than my sacrifice;
the afterlife now sings my new name
Battleaxe cuts to shreds, turns to dust.

Red on the evil,
red in my eyes,
terror of sagas,
monster of fights.

For no one I bend it,
I’m dread to their hearts,
my offspring I owe to,
the rest ain’t my parts.

Odin, I know I’m now forsaken,
but Freydis at Asgard will arrive,
this I promise, my word is blood,
on his Nidhoggr has complied,
I’ll find my daughter, save her life,
and at the end you better bless her…
….or you’ll face hell’s new god,
BATTLEAXE.

© Syl R. Martin

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