Odin’s Helm

we flew right above the anvil of a storm, while cities burned like campfires below
we straddled its roof, saw the bolts striking down

God was in me then

nature so potent I squealed, I’ve not seen something so…I lose words…Apocalyptic

the silent dark shattered, flashing, corkscrewing clouds lit like a clown’s face
contorted and malevolent

sooty, pillowed steps for the mighty to descend on
to pay midnight visits to youth of virtue and purity, laying souls in their eggs

bark, you doG of heaven, chase the cats from your yard


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