The Dead Wanderer

He strolled for the cold and arid coast
There were not welcoming fiords,
only gigantic cliffs,
without other beings than seals,
birds and dark small men.

He razed
-avenger raven-
Climbing the cliffs
-Dead hands-.
Dead, dead.
The draugr realized,
but he didn't rest.
Human weapons
damaged
but not killed him
Traveled toward the north
The memories arrived
returning of the death,
of many days of voyage,
to the south of Vinland,
through the warm seas,
through the murderous sun,
as having sent by Fenrir
over their drakkars.

To the north,
more barrows,
other fallen warriors.
Resting in Valhalla.

Resting in Valhalla.
he wanted to rest
but he was a draugr.
Now, a drakkar aground,
empty, without provisions.
The memories arrived
returning of the death,
of many days of voyage,
to the south of Vinland,
through the warm seas,
through the murderous sun,
as having sent by Fenrir over their drakkars.

And, as a draugr he was,
He became seal, gull,
cat and fish.
His hunger ,appeased,
not his hate.
The memories arrived
returning of the death,
of many days of voyage,
to the south of Vinland,
through the warm seas,
through the murderous sun,
as having sent by Fenrir
over their drakkars.