Eric

Ancient, brooding stare
Dark eyes, pale face, blonde hair.
A tortured soul, you’ve known not love
No more believe in that above.
 
‘Oh Viking Prince, so brave of heart!’
But you no longer seek that part.
 
Disillusioned, tired of life,
Of what you’ve seen – the blood, the strife.
You want it all to fade away,
There’s nothing left to make you stay.


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