This moment, the mood – maker of storms Earth-gift only answers the call Peace in the power passion unleashed The monster unmasked the moment unleashed War here is woken woven in fury feeding the fire fueled by blood Wrath out of ruin enrages the heavens ripples the water the rim of the sky Driven the dawn by darkness unfolding to hide in a heartbeat hanging in stone Still now the storm clouds stricken and empty burning and barren broken by day
There is something beautiful, yet driving, in the meter you have here. If you read it quickly, it’s like the intense beating of drums.
Also, the raw visual content and imagery is astounding. This is outstanding.
Thanks. The meter is what is called ‘Eddic’ or ‘Eddaic,’ an Old Norse (Viking) poetic form. It’s really natural to me, and for this piece helped convey the urgency of the words.
Well the urgency comes through perfectly. Meter is something of a failing for me, but I might have to give this a go some time.