My Brothers are resting,
In a sleepy hollow.
They lie.
Battle hardened…..
Warrior’s.
Tranquil,…..
Are their thoughts.
They are silently,
waiting,
for that call.
Awaiting …the eve of ,
Ragnarök.
My Brothers are resting.
In a sleepy hollow,
my Brothers lie…..
Where the deer dine
on dead men’s flowers.
Giajl © Jim Love