The wind bites at the death of hope

Beautiful mountains stare from the distance waiting

A town scarred from a fire lingering in mind

As the silence quells the last of hope

Soldiers, guns and tanks roll through

Seeking opposition on a path straight through

Fortifications find footing, scarring the beauty of those hills

Where evil lurks and killing is a thrill

In am...

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Dawn December day.

Machine peacefully sleeps.

Slumber banished.

RAF pilot.

Spitfire!

Kept warm, mission time, Norway bound.

Snow, fjords, mountains.

Cockpit, aboard, checks,

rise, feathery clouds.

Recon.

Fine machine, woman.

Precision engine.

Exquisite cameras, spy on Nazi’s Christmas.

Thousand mile trip, freedom.

Gen...

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SHE HAS THE ANSWERS

It troubled her how it had come to this –

she knew each detail, each action, each thought –

but still it troubled her.

As she fell to her knees, her woollen skirt became sodden

with freshly fallen snow.

Tears streamed down her cheeks as she wept

for her lost love, gone forever from this strife-torn world.

Soon she would do the ulti...

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NORWAY MUSIC

Sat here in my flat I think of Norway,

of all the places I’ve seen there and the bands –

Gaate, Blood Red Throne, Satyricon, Amulet and more.

To my Norse gothic bands I’ve seen here in England –

Mortiis, Madder Mortem, Leaves Eyes, Octavia and Tristania.

How I love it and can’t get enough of them.

When will Sirenia come gig here?

Norway a...

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