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Sonnet of the Berserker



From Nordic frost, where ice meets iron's song,
The berserker roars, a tempest unchained,
With wild eyes blazing, they storm through the throng,
A force unyielding, by no fate restrained.

In frenzied stride, they cross the desert's heat,
Ancestral spirits guide their primal might;
Like Shaka’s warriors, they know no retreat,
Their fury burns, as day devours the night.

Kali's shadow swirls in their fatal dance,
Fierce as a storm that tears the heavens wide,
Each strike a hymn to chaos, not by chance,
They wield destruction, with the gods allied.

No fear, no rest, their hearts will never cease—
The berserker’s wrath, both curse and gift of peace.