Vanir Tome

Vanir's Krigsmen

The book of genesis
TOME One

Blooming sky

When was it last when you gazed upon the night
sky? And i do not mean a mere glimpse a flicker
i mean when was the last time you realy looked.
I will tell you what I see. A darkness enveloping
the stars, as fear caresses the falling tears of
wifes and mothers of those lost to the eternal
conflict bestowed on us by the gods. The moon
staring at you as the navel of a troll ready to
feast on the worlds floating in the river of the
cosmos. It was six of those dirty navels since i
set eyes upon my brothers. I remeber the countless
times we stuffed the mouths local bards under
such skies with dung to keep them from spewing
horrible rhymes just to get his bit of coin.
Under such a sky i was made a man once, but soon
after such acts could not be counted.
Not everything was in such bliss, there were times
where i could not tell one brother apart from the
other. It was not not because of some mischief
not because they were scamed by a local barber
It was because they were covered in blood,
not their own but those in our way.