The Harbinger~

"Harbinger I dub thee- king of the mountain bleak O! Forest black!  battle worn and weather beaten bit the flesh with horn and tooth- his ax comes swinging- hammer crushing, on a steed with armor bleeding.

 Lead home the dead- deaf from mother's wail, lame of limb from grief stampeding!- between the beatings we hear the gods retreating, flee cowards flee- with hearts of glass, and blood thin as water- streaks the heaven's weeping face, when the harbinger and his horde come riding through the ruins of Mohre."

                                                -"The Harbinger " H.V. Moreau

||A.N. I have no idea wtf I'm doing, I write for fun at this point..||