Poem -

God of Savages...

God of Savages...

Blood thirsty, 
Power driven into a barbaric world,
River murky,
Sailing with a darkened spirited curse,
Souls ablaze,
Ashes rising to the gods within the skies,
Eyes of rage,
Beyond human, they're savages in disguise.

Without any malice,
Drinking from a chalice,
At the wooden table,
Stood a god like savage.

Flesh, torn and eaten,
Scavengers, mocked and beaten,
Laughing jesters, parading the room,
All celebrating, as fruits of the womb.

Conquering land,
A dripping sword, brings to them, a brand new dawn,
Ghost in man,
The Lord showing forgiveness to the murderous spawn,
A holy child, 
Tearing limb from limb, feeling like a king,
Taught to fight,
But only fulfilling their grotesque killing sin!

He became man,
He became one,
He became all,
A savage was born!

Without any malice,
Drinking from a chalice,
At the wooden table,
Stood a god like savage.

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Nigel Cresswell

Fantastic my friend. Really enjoyed this. 
That said I have just box set binged on Vikings. 
Nigel 

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Wayne Stubbs

Thank you sir! I watched a couple of seasons about a year back, never went back to it, I should though haha 😊👍

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Terry Kay

Wayne,. You write really cool poems.  What a talent.  Love you work.  Terry Kay

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Wayne Stubbs

Wow! Thanks very much for saying so 👏👏👏😊💜 

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sarah harry

powerful piece and striking imagery as always 
well done 👏

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