Thus speaks the homeless one,
haunted by memories of terrible slaughter,
and the death of his friends. "Dawn
often finds me grieving in solitude,
for no one still lives with whom,
I dare share the truth of my heart."
He thinks of the hall, its bountiful riches,
his ring-friends great feasts in the days of his youth
A splendor now past,
Where is the horse now? Where,
is the great man?
Where is the giver of rings?
Where is the joyous feast?
Where is the singing?
Oh, grieve for the flowing mead, grieve
the great warriors,
grieve the proud princes. Swallowed,
all swallowed by th night's fatal shadows,
leaving no trace for those left,
Alone.
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Thanks for sharing this!! My mind was in need, of a good read! 
