I walk the path of forgotten hearts
Black birds of sorrow - just dead
Noone here to thwart my way
The ravens are following me !

A path above deserted fields
A bitter night for all the feeble
Hail to hail for them who fight
And sword and blood for all who are undignified
Without honour and strength
Under the mighty eagle wings !

A lonely way through woods and nights
Leads me to the mountains heights
Where the wisdom of existence
Lays hidden between
The tiaras of summits and crevices,
where the sorrowbirds are frozen
and my doom reaches up its throne!

15/Jan/2007, 17:29 Uhr , Gedichte, Nordische Fragmente ,