Posted by: KB. McAnelly | September 26, 2020


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Among the lost,

we briars and thorns bristle:

We call ourselves up.

Brick and mortar stubborn

asphalt tempers

orange mesh and yellow cones

stones crumbling

shattered glass tumbling

through our minds

shards settling deep

between boarded hearts

links of twisted steel.

Bent with survival

we will thrive

coming up

through urban decay.

Posted by: KB. McAnelly | August 17, 2018

Nine Realms Learning Poem

Something special in the value of nine.

Metal Gaia

From the Highest Peaks of Midgaard Where the Sons of Men Do Hold, To the Killing Chill of Niflheim The Land of Ice and Cold. To the Furnace Blast of Muspelheim Where Flame Leaps Far and Nigh, Nothing Born of Yggdrasil Escapes the Ravens Eye.

Down To the Depths of Svartalfheim Where Stone and Anvil Call, Unto High Liossalfheim Where Dark Ne’er Comes at All. High Up Over Jotunheim Where Giants Hold Their Court, All the Deeds of Every Land The Ravens Sift and Sort.

To the Heights of Vanaheim Where Elder Gods do Roam, Unto the Deepest Reach of Hel Where Spirits Make Their Home. And Last Up Into Asgaards Halls Where They May Find Their Havens, For It Is Known, Though All Men Fall, The Gods Do Keep the Ravens.

(A poem written by ThorinRuriksson of Reddit to help you learn the nine realms. Original Post. ThorinRuriksson…

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