Unclimed Flashback Poem by Goar Fredriksen

This penance has been yielded by the mortal gods
who rid themselves, and behold this darkest
hour that my virulent passion
and made me falling asleep,
alone, there's no one else...
while I'm bawl in suffering and draw
my tears on rabbit skins, somewhere
around my house onto the soil of my unfinished
adolescence shepherd bewail and drags out
from poisoned brook his dying lambs,
jesters dance around bonfire,
and tyrant of south somberly feasting
amid eternal bloodletting with jackals that grins
behind the throne while I'm wailing upon my soul's desire,
even though my time has gone..