The Siege
Cold wind northern, swept atop black waters
Twilight fog unto dim
Massive ships move through silence
Land upon on a harbor
Thirty thousand Vikings, Danish and Norwegian
Move onto mass and in
Legions forward march heed the death toll drum
Amidst the blackening night ever thrust cumbersome
Drowning out alliances God and Devil made
As these breath prayers into nothingness escape
Brandishing swords white knuckle blades
Higher and higher
As we smell the blood of enemies
The warriors futher on passed fear and accolades
Moods are somber; hearts in chest now begin to grow in size
As the towering fortress of the hated foe
A silhouette in blackness through the mist doth rise
Hoping beyond a measure of nexus to well laid traps
Be unto element of the surprise
As a Norse and Dane grinning ear to ear, waiting behind our toothless gaps
Parched lips a drool run over fond thoughts of valor
Ready to the first round of weaponry
As scarlet arrows flaming, arch whizzing through the stillness to shatter
Vociferous bellows aloud of war beget into charging
As colossal, ripping arms are heaving,cross one hand then another
To catapults a ready, mammoth stones sent true hurling unto flying
Impact then a crashing!! Gates of timbers cracking into splitting
Exposes the raging blazes amid
Of infernos from invading arrows landing
To the thrusting would be victims one by one bulging eyes of red duly over glaze
The brunt! The breach!
With war hammer, axe and battle mace
The sweetness of victory are the tears of blood we taste
Attack the heart, victors within, the castle walls we have reached
The Siege to spoils, a smorgasbord of feasts, feeds the hunger of the men
The raging Nordic beasts!
Copyright © Michael Smith | Year Posted 2011
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