I am Dead (Micro-tale)

Copper pennies closed the eyes.

Hands folded casually on the chest.

A new suit, ready for travel.

I look upon my body - my vehicle.

It had carried me through life;

I had learnt almost everything -

I had loved almost everybody -

I had seen almost everything.

I'd lived, I'd loved... I'll live again.

The Veil

(A tale of Viking love and loss and belief)

Towards the horizon he takes his aim,

Behind, sand dunes bar the oceans advance.

Here, in a cold sea, he begins his swim.

Resolute, he hastens to this one chance.

The setting sun sinks with increasing speed

And he must be there before the last rays.

Time never waits – this earthly plane impedes.

Valhalla’s gate slams shut to mortals ways.

Between darkness and light the path exists

As day slips into another grim night,

A chance is there, if his love can insist.

He must prevail, to make his loss seem right.

Upon a battlefield he lost his wife –

Today he battles, with his right to life.