The clash of heavy steel blades echoes
Sparks light through a mist of ages.
A line of Drekker long ships stand along the shoreline,
carved beasts of mythology sit on the prow of each.
Those that have fallen fiercely are swept
onto Valhalla by winged Valkyries.
Long bearded, fur clad Vikings present in
waves as they surge forward.
Cries ring out through the misted grey light
of an approaching dawn.
in the distance a rumble of thunder can
Thor has released Mjolnar in protection
of his Norse Warriors.
Those that have heard smile as they
slash and carve their way through the
Odin sits proudly on his throne hlidkjalf
pleased as the alfadir of all.
God of War in his temple for the slain
Valaskjalf safe in Asgard.
The brutality subsides and bloodied
warriors move forward over the dying
The Vikings surge onward into a place
of feared history.
I have a dream that somewhere in my
thinned Norse blood a Viking warrior
once stood proud as his long ship came ashore