Grasswater

I am the viking commander.
I rule the blood red sea.
My scourge has plagued the Earth.
My horde is legendary.
Through isles unexpected,
I made my power known.
Burned and raped and pillaged
what my victims used to call their homes.
Warm hearts bleed darker blood.
Unprepared flesh burns darker black.
We board our wooden tombs
With promise to never go back.
I've seen the greenest fields
become as dark as coal.
Turned sons and wives
into orphans and widows.
This is my battle.
This is my path.
Under my command,
Pit against my peoples wrath.
The shore becomes their graveyard
the ocean, their tomb.
I see valhalla open,
I see impending doom.
Floating towards her open gate,
my foundation ablaze,
To join the gods,
Ragnarok Awaits!
Ragnarok Awaits!

Securities.

If love really means setting things free,
then sweetheart, you can leave.
But if it also means wanting the very best.
You had best stay here with me.

The New Year

Wake up, monday, wake up.
Light, sound, smoke.
One night it's over.
It has been there forever.
And the new year,
the new year is ancient.