Adorned Brood

Riding towards the horizon
Upon the monumental rocks, awaiting
the end of a dishonourable life,
I perceive my morality fading to
a weakly seeming substance,
climbing towards my yer unsealed
faith, I arrive (faith arrives)
Staring into the abyss of Midgard,
above, the Angels of Asgard
and the armour of Loges child.
IВґm losing myself in an odyssey through
the bottomless
depth of my spiteful soul.
At the end, the will to die.