Seeing Stone

Carved an eye out of stone.
Will I ever find my bones?
Buried deep in horus’ mystery.
Sat alongside tweedle dum and tweedle dee.
Who are brothers and partners in crime.
Because of them I speak in rhyme.
Yet they have never been my muse.
More often than that they are why I’d blow a fuse.
Feel a sudden need to kill.
Swing my axe that I need Bill.
Strange choice of moniker, yes I know.
Remark about it once than more and you will go…

Down to the depths to face the draugr.
Stand nose to nose with helpless slaughter.

Watched from afar as seas turn red.
All because some virgin wished her father dead.
And when it did not transpire she took his life.
Paid me well to make him a sacrifice.
Burned at the stake for witchcraft and wizardry.
Opened their narrow eyes to make them truly see.
Was it right for me to do?
No but it worked in my favour to…
Lead these fools down a road.
Make them pray at my feet in ice cold.
As if I was a god amongst men.
One that would otherwise violently turn them.

Throw them to the depths to face draugr.
Stand them nose to nose with helpless slaughter.