By Nice on December 10th, 2018


"She breathes fire
That tastes of the cremation
Of her forefathers
Their ashes grit
In her eyes, spit
In her hands
She marches
Atop marshland
Swallowing graves
Of their mothers
And lovers
Her thick, leather skin
Wicked and weathered
Wields weapons
Of resurrection
With commanding force
She breathes life
Into desolate plains
She breathes fire
And they rise

- lX0st, "Lucinda"

Rough like the mountains she hails from, Bergild Ilska wanders the north. Cold as the north may be, a flame burns within her strong soul.


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2018-12-26 9:12

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