The Ulangar: Book II, Part 5

This continues Book II of the epic I wrote between 1991 and 1996.

Lamaraz felt his body jar and red red mist

became abackground alandscape of mountains and

sky with haunting fugures black or shadow

creeping o'er the rocks and dirt and walkflycrawl-ing

ever nearer to virile brown flesh

standing up up touching sky that red mist

and mountain and ground and shadow shapes

slipped their forms around the flesh which

punched the spine from shadow and iron

ripped into meat hanging useless from the

back with green and blue spurting from

the wound that wound which crushed the

skull of another shadow and glass

rittled the flesh and wound

and the mind lost its eyes as shadow

flew through chest and Lamaraz was

thrown from Pohjola again again

The once dead man now raised himself to

scratch his scars on his left shoulder to his kidney

Looking about himself Lamaraz discovered that

his clothes had been removed and instead

a black cloak was about his darkened skin

He was resting on a pile of dead or fading memories

some rancid some stripped to the bone

But before his eyes appeared a horrific vision

of a gigantic man a god four meters tall

with black curly hair and thick night beard

completely covered from neck down in dark furs

of unknown animals long since dead

In his right hand a huge metal-studded club was wielded

and his left hand rested upon the right and pommel

The vision spoke with whispers in the wind

`Unfortunate am I that your soul is ungraspable

easily would you be in my keeping if

it was otherwise and what a Prize it would make

resting on my mantle as a magnificent trophy

Each time you die my steel bands you must elude

but for now frolic with life those lesser than you

Till we meet again Lemminkainen learn well your son'

Having thus spoken the vision dissipated in the morning mist and open eye