When were there real warriors?

Did they ever exist?

Did WE ever exist?

What is...

What we see...

Who are we?

Meaning is perceptual,

lacking and longing.

Beauty always arguable,

we demand its nordic base.

Tell me of the southerns,

their dark hair,

and difference to the cold.

Tell me someone is not like us,

Not frozen in their soul.

Warm, turning like fresh

pastry,

sweet, like youthful

love.

Tell me we still have a chance.