July 5, 2018 · 3:35 pm

Henry Fuseli
Through Dungeons & Dragons I Come
I Sigvat & the Black Axe I Swung
Through Countless War Dukes I Come
Through the Very Time & Space of the Multiverse
To Feed Hels’ Hungry Maw
the Blue Lady Trapped In the Blade I Wield
Trapped Like I In This Hideous Helm
Till She Gets Her Gluttonous Fill
Till She Walks Once More & Calls Forth Ymirs’ Kin
I the Symbol of Her Will
I a Symbol to Fear
For I Know No Love
but the Red Ripe Carnage of Her Swill
the Sucked Souls of Her Kill
a Great White Mound of Bodies
to Raise Her Again
She Yearns to Be Free
Can you Not Hear the Ravens Sing
Caw
Caw
Cold
Cold
Queen
#B27321
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July 16, 2016 · 9:18 pm

Jacob Matham
Lizzie
–
I Saw Her
Yes, I Saw Her
Go In Back, With an Axe
Those Weren’t Hogs a Squalling
#B27321
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March 5, 2015 · 3:57 pm

Bouguereau
Brooding
Over
Inner Misery
Dark Dreams
Things No
Axe
May Cleave
Her Mind
Sings
With the
Sound
of Sword
&
Steel
Sorrow’s
Shield
#B27321
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November 2, 2014 · 7:51 pm

Fritz von Wille
Dead
Leaves
&
Broken
Dreams
as I
Wonder
Where This
Path
Leads
the Steel
In my
Spine
Won’t
Let
me Die
So I
Go
With Axe
&
Bow
to Show
An Oath
Ring
Still Holds
#B27321
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