Ode by Said Bak Gunnarsson
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Shiny shell and an empty core
His heart is like a hidden sore
His ringstone is carnelian
His self is a chameleon
He always walks on shallow ground
When all alone he makes a sound
Call him happy though he is not
His heart feels like an empty slot
Inner feelings he will not air
No real display of his dispair
Oh how he yearns for true grandeur
Alas! He stays an amateur
Hunting for praise has made him ill
Admitting is a bitter pill
He knows he has to change himself
Instead of sitting on a shelf
The journey back is a long one
And his courage is all but gone
A sleeping Viking wakes within
He finds a boat and jumps right in
The waves are cold and whip his face
The voyage lasts for many days
Dark waters in a Northern fjord
The All-Forgiving is His Lord
Soaring soul and solid mound
Kneeling man on the rocky ground
The inner dragon now is slain
He vows to never stray again
Repentance was his only choice
His ringstone changes to turquoise
