Email Poem

Your IP Address: 13.58.133.140

Your Email Address:

To Email Address:

Subject

Personal Note:

Poem Title:

Poem

The Viking gallery slipped quietly through the night
the oars just barely skimming the gentle swell
sails were fur-lowed  tight to help hide it from sight
the warriors ready for the signal sounded by the bell

Silently they landed, ferocious was their appearance
wielding their great battle axes wearing winged helmets
they crept up on the sleeping village in timeless trance
plundering and pillaging killing some helpless pets

Taking captive the fairest of the maids enslaving burly men
to work the gallery's oars, filling the hold with stolen treasure
drinking wine from carved horns and spit roasting a tasty hen
soon well into their cups they ravished most maids keeping one pure

She of flaxen hair and hour glass figure and tender years was spared 
a most fitting present for their king, the rest would be auctioned for profit
the coin added to the treasury. Now under full sail the waves they dared
knowing a welcome most raucous awaited they now their torches lit

Their king was most pleased with his gift and vowed they would be wed
a great feast was prepared and the mead flowed thick and sweetly
the Viking cheered as their king  took the maid first as wife then to bed
weeping as she was ravished, he rode her like a bull until she bled badly

Back to the feast he downed some horns then lay down to sleep
the maid waited until all was silent and then into his heart she struck deep
she took back her shame as he lay dying knowing her own death she did reap
turning the dagger on herself her life no value she slipped into eternal sleep


  written 05/01/2014
contest Any Poem Any Subject

CAPTCHA Preview

Type the characters you see in the picture

Required