Friday, September 22, 2017


Around them, the armies broke down
Against such an act of renown.
The ranks all fell back;
There came no attack.
A reason to cease had been found.

Thursday, September 21, 2017


He knew that he had a near fight.
The distance between them was slight.
The width of a blade
Was all that had had laid
The one out--a blade he held tight.

Wednesday, September 20, 2017


As Eranrood fell to the ground, dead,
Oðoæster rose up and said
He honored his foe
Who taught him to know
The value of keeping his head.

Tuesday, September 19, 2017


As victor, one warrior stood,
And many around thought it good,
But others did mourn,
Felt themselves forlorn,
And still others fled as they could.

Monday, September 18, 2017


Sometimes, a writer takes a break.
There's only so much one can take
At any one time
Of making things rhyme.
A pause can help sanity's sake.

Saturday, September 16, 2017


Yet soon, the one fight found an end.
Eranrood himself to defend
Proved at last unable,
And beneath his sable
He took the road to which all trend.

Friday, September 15, 2017


While the two fought, there was pause,
And none wanted to be the cause
That fighting resumed,
For they would be inhumed
When it did--such is in combat's laws.

Thursday, September 14, 2017


And at the red streamers' display
Both armies started feeling dismay,
Some for the two,
And many others who
Saw the end of their deaths' stay.

Wednesday, September 13, 2017


Scores on their blades soon emerged,
And shallow cuts from which they purged
Each other of life
Amid their shared strife,
And from them both streams of blood surged.

Tuesday, September 12, 2017


In clanging of steel, they progressed,
Contesting which of them was best,
Who, amid the din,
Would come to win
And who would become the grave's guest.