Condemned - Sarke

Chained to a black post

In the street of Rjukan

Surrounded by mountain

And industrial fog

Lifting stones in anger

Rotten smell of ironskin

Grey sky mourning

Last glint of light

Local dogs are watching

His last silent fight

Condemned by the court of old

Condemned by parochial laws

Scratching to the bone

Feeding the mind with horror

Nocturnal shadows

Feast upon wooden walls

A cold wind

Licking at his rotting torso