Hey, check out my Neil Diamond fan poetry!

I've been working on this shit for a while. Rather than put my God-Hero in homoerotic situations like the slash-dot fiction geeks do, I'd rather imagine my God-Hero as a vengeance -seeking warrior who sits at the right hand of Crom in His Mountain Lair on high.

The Harkening

I harken to the words, I harken to the words,
the harkening of Brother Love, the singer who sings his song.

Not in a cold voice, but a earthy world-worn voice,
the voice that sooths the night like a precious fog.

But the voice tonight is not at peace,
vengeance and wrath replace the ease,
a beautiful and vengeful beast:
Neil Diamond is the Vindicator.

His sword raised high, he decimates his enemies.
His songs of love replaced but a shrieking battle cry.
The dragons flee, the dust flies like fire from his mane.
"I harken ye, mine enemies to die!"

And die they may, die they might,
a slashing of tendons, a perilous fight,
a screech of ungodly beast in flight,
Neil Diamond rules this night.

Neil Diamond rules, this night.