books of dragons were read.
dreams of unicorns are in the past.
Used to be a dreamer and fragile
now am a viking , so is my blood.
I am so brutal , my words are rude.
If I tell a joke , men will certainly blush.
There is no way to soften my heart.
I will go on with my thorny path.
I am not into treachery,
am an open book
I look in the eyes ,
no matter whom.
in the past it was a bit odd,
but I'm used to be a sharp cobblestone.