He lay motionless in the corner of the room
a meter from the foot of the fireplace
split temple from the skeggox
Blood flowed like mainland wine
the chamber was silent
The men just looked down
the fire crackled in protest
A back draft filled the room
cold smoke surrounding the body
rising ever so slowly
Obscuring him
Óskmey hefir komit a man said
The fire crackled and an ember flew
landing in the beard of the fallen man
The beard ascended into flame
the men gasped
The motionless man now a flaming beard
surrounded by frosty smoke suddenly stood up
His eyes glared out, he spoke in guttural tones
He said he would be back one day to claim them
To force their flesh across hot coals
That he would put out fires with their bodies
with their blood hissing on blazing glor
The men suplicated in terror
Their victim now turned slowly around
ash falling from the deep gash in his head
made from the bearded axe
He smiled the cold smoke grew thicker
In an instant he disappeared with the smoke
back out of the chimney not solid somehow
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