Unnamed #3 Poem by Goar Fredriksen

Blood is shedding
from the incised barrows
and fill fields with
vermillion sorrow,
these dales have never
inhaled stench of millions
of decomposed nihilistic dreams,
and waves disturb the fields
of sleeping fathers
and dark days refuse
the rain within dying circles
in the skies that will reflect
the visions in blood,
no rebellion or chaos
in this silent flood,
and only red ocean resurrects
red rivers that formerly
streamed within my heart,
and death revoked that
eruption-symbol of my withering hopes,
unborn flesh that resting
under scarlet ocean,
saturated by my blood,
into pain remember buried dream,
remember thy perishing god...