Forgotten Ground Regained
The Battlefield
Ravens rally, · ready to banquetOn fallen flesh, · flayed and hanging.The ground is groaning · from the grisly weightOf slain soldiers, · who seep their bloodInto the earth’s innards; · ever rememberedThe deeds of that day, · when Death was king,When swords were swinging, · and screams were singing,And spears were springing, · splattering entrails,And winged wælcyrian · welcomed the fallenTo wondrous Wælheall, · Wóden’s haven,While corpses cluttered · the crimson meadow.
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