I linger in shadow

course by stone

Norse winter snow-white

tangible thoughts she brings

weep, o weep for us

a pallor mortis crosses crowded

feuds feasting, furrowing forces fade

a scar upon my face in measure

I linger in shadow

you know my name

but I do not seek your hand

you are not mine to claim

wilden beasts of yore fallen

have I seen

travail in many travels

victory and honor have

suffocated me, dulled my spear

brought ruin upon my sunlight

it all falls away softly

litany of solace written in sandstone

collars of gold make lovely bindings

unforgettable consequence

of driving rains awash over

countrysides of lies and cream

empires of wanton whispers

a host out of the storm desperate

to enter my mind

it’s the knowing that kills

so I linger in shadow

and haunt the early morn

I carry their retributions

and the touch of…