THE RUNES 

”Talking, talking, 
spinning a web of 
words, pale walls
of dreams, between 
myself and all I see"
—John Gardner, Grendel
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Lost in a labyrinth—
the ruins of Stonehenge
here inside the runes

Crags & monoliths—
vast megaliths of stone
etched by the Evil Ones
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And yet here I am—
wandering the bleak 
abandoned moors

Sighing, trudging—
back to the Mead House
what else can I do?
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Brains squeezed shut—
like a ram, bull or devil
by the roots of my horns

Lost in a maze of—
Anglo-Saxon lust that
constantly devours me
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One of the well-hung—
drunk young Thanes 
of Hrothgar comes

Reeling & stumbling—
out of the meady hall
to piss in the darkness
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Afterwards, I lick my—
cum-stained lips, taste
of young Viking cock

Meanwhile the Harp—
the Wenches, the Sex
continue in the Hall
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Otherwise nothing—
really happens here
but young warriors

Sigemund smegma—
smearing my moustache
testifying to my worship