Umershij Bog

I was deep, far deeper than I had since
Been into the pagan vastlands with which
I was so enamoured. I'd heard hear the strong
And powerful songs of Hroðgar's Heorot
Which was (I could only guess) behind me
Some thousands of miles, wind-whipped and snow-topped.
To my knowledge I had travelled north from
That greatest of all mead halls and come to
A megalith of stone, of which I had
Heard only tales of its existence. Its
Origin a mystery and its aim
A secret. I had spotted it two days
Prior and headed towards it with haste, but
My anxiousness grew with every yard I
Covered and as I stood still two or three
Hundred yards away, it was so vast and
Dominating that I could see clearly
Every tiny shadow and each yawning
Gap. I had come to know by the name
It had been given in the last town I
Had passed through - "Umershij Bog'" - The  Dead God.

End.