Burning flame of flickering fire,
Eternal guardian of the witches mound.
Cracklng, sparking, gleaming red pyre,
Fear is inspired just by its sound.
Putrid water has seeped into your grave,
Caused your corpse to rot and to mold.
In death as in life, the elements you brave,
Your eternal sleep has not quelled the cold.
The Earth that covers you is compacted and raw,
Slowly crushing your body, and tormenting you with pain.
It has pushed through the coffin and entered your jaw,
Adding greatly to your misery it has started to rain.
The winds now howling, are calling your name,
The story they are telling is a horrible tale.
Your death was a tragedy, your life was a shame,
Your terrified screams can be heard in its gale.
- Glenn Bergen, Copyright, 2012.
Go with Odin's wisdom, Freyja's love, and Thor's protection !