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Kathryn's Love Part 1

Kathryn's Love
Part One

Come one and all
And hear a tale
Of love and loyalty.
Kathryn's Saga,
Our ancient
Princess
And her man 
Of war.

A great Vikings Hall,
Feasting and laughter
Fires burning,
 Smoke filled the air.
Gundar Nills, the Viking King
Stands and speaks.

My son,
Our fathers
Give you their strength
On your first voyage
As a true Chieftain
Of  your people.

We come from blood,
And Victory.
No less can bring back
To your family,
The King bellowed
And smiled
Upon his oldest 
son.
 
Yadnar the handsome,
Blonde and blue eyed,
The tallest and strongest 
Of his clan,
Spoke next.
 
My father,
Our Ancients,
I so respect and honor.

You and those who
Came before me,
You have trained me,
And prepared me
For this very day.

Glory, honor and spoils,
 I will bring to you,
To see us all 
The winter through,
To this I will be 
true.

Til my departure
At the suns rise,
Let us laugh and drink
And honor our God's!
Deep into the night.
Spoke Yadnar
The Young.

So songs were sung
And battles retold
And all drank 
Of Golden
Ale.

Bond fires ablaze,
Naked women 
danced
For their Viking men
Who sail
With the tide
Before the light
Of  the dawn.

Black Sails billowing
With wanton 
Pride.
The Vikings sailed 
away.

They sang...

We row to 
Glory or death
Only the God's
Can know.

We fear not,
We are Vikings,
Masters of the Sea.
So row we shall
In the dark of night
Beware, we are coming
With Our 
Yadnar at the helm!

To the beat of the drum
We bend our backs
Shields stowed
At our side.
We row 
To victory.

In a cold stone tower,
Perched on a cliff
Overlooking 
An ancient bay,
The third son 
Of a Noble stood
On guard,
In Welshland.

The Norselanders always
Came swift in the night,
Like the thieves they were.
Black Sails on moonless
Waves they came.

I am not the first son....
Or the second.
No property will ever be mine.
I don't know my future
But I know my place
Protect my tribe
and family
My life is theirs
To spend.

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  1. Date: 8/6/2010 2:02:00 PM

    you have a grand tale of the vikings. enjoyed.