Malewitch

eleanorschnarr:

to the god of blood and signs

let I fall a little drink

to mingle with the earthly streams

and into soil sink

like the corpses of the fallen

who molder in the grave

we all shall fall, our stories end

the coward and the brave

memories will all men be

when their light no longer shines

A corpse, a name, and a clumsy prayer

to the god of blood and signs

 

 

(via eclecticpaganmojo)