Submitted Date 08/28/2022

You are the sulh that walks beneath the cold glare of those lost and looking for thee deity, the one that lights the way to a bright new day

You are the deceiving nædrecynn that drags itself to the ear of the suffering whispering promises of paradise covered with embroideries of the deofol

You have taken thee deity for granted,
and spread sulh in a world crying, and suffering in death into silence;

You will never see thee stand
by the side of bealuful

You will never ravish from your own circe covered with blood, of the bealuléas that fell upon thee sætere

You the perfect field, and threat to geléaffulnes and the sulh to the this eardgeard.




Please login to post comments on this story