Poet Warrior

Poet Warrior

I am the Norse god Bragi,

lyricist for the conquests

and defeats of antiquity.

I have sailed the North Sea

by aurora borealis light,

singing songs of victory

drunk with the spoils

of Lindesfarne Abbey.

I am a Celtic warrior born

from the waters of the Rhine

before stone sheathed steel.

With the blessings of Taranis

I have marched into battle

to taste Etruscan blood

and watch Virdomarus

fall to the sword of Rome.

I am of the tribe Myaamia

descended from ancient Adena.

I’ve hunted with wolven stealth

and flown on raven’s wings.

I swear an oath of vengeance

to the Moon Earth and Sun;

the Ohio shall one day flow red

with the white man’s blood.

SMG

*(Excerpt from Another Hotel Room)