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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required In the bay of icy mists, the viking ghost ships arrive, sails set full ahead, Crashing anchors rattle loose, plunging beneath the cold murky surf, As the hailing horns of the dead, announce to their lord, Odin, that Valor's courageous have arrived, and wish to enter, the great halls of Valhalla. Here the cold winds of the north dwell, it's chilling Breezes flow freely, through the phantom warriors spirits. But these rough men fear not death, nor it's harsh breath, for they Are vikings of the northern kingdoms, and they have come for Their last rewards treasure, to enter beyond the gates of Valhalla, And are armed ready to fight, beside their God Odin, In victorious battle. In these waters of the ethereal unknown passage, The cracking and heaving, of these heavily Laden vessels made of vapors thin mists, Send an eerie chill down the backs, of mortal men. As mountain icebergs float upon the wind Chilled oceans surface, the Valkyries approach, Smiling beneath their shimmering chain-mail of Brilliance honor. On the evergreen shores, a timbered lined hall stands, It's gates of golden pitch blaze, with fires white Hot flames of those concurred, their souls scream For penance mercy. Two long swords, Chris-crossed are the gates steel dead bolts lock, Above it's embers glow, a fierce eagle with red crimson eyes, Grapples, it's sharpen claws, cutting deeply into the oaken shields, On the thatched roof of the golden hall. A lone wolf beneath therein, passes sniffing at the Garments of the fallen men, if fears scent, the wolf so smells, Cast out is this soul, and dammed it is forevermore. Within the many souls do enter, a hardy welcoming at the feasting Table mead and honey wine, is set before these hero's of honor. But outside the ships remain tethered, awaiting for their masters safe Return, unaware of Thor's approach, his mighty hammer set at the Ready. Striking with thunders raw force, the hammer of power, Brakes against the sheer ice, as quick as the lightning's flash, Freezing tidal waves clash upwards, swallowing whole all evidence, That these ghost ships ever existed. Oh Valhalla, I pledge thee my life, my fighting spirit, my blood and Body given in the name of Odin, for thy honor sake, shall I live and die, Behold the vow's pledge of these Nordic men, known as the Vikings. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
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