The Vikings

Harsh winds blow from a baron frozen land, Of ice and snow. Exhaling Nordic gods breath a chilling mist An eerie foggy vapor creeping along the Waters aquatic edge. Rages angry seas lap against the wooden Hauls as battle harden men brace for impact Waves crack tarring asunder splinters oaken shell. Yet these Icelandic warriors laugh at death, Savoring it's flavor, and relishing their own bloods Taste upon salted lips. The devils seed lives within them, these Barbaric conquerors known to history as the vikings By Thor’s mighty hammer does strike thus, Against the anvils rough hewed edge. Sparks fly igniting thunder and lightening below Splitting apart the very heaven's themselves, Odin exposes a distant horizons far off shore. Hear the oarsmen drumming, a pounding, It's hastening beat the inner heart of this vessel Foretelling hells army will soon arrive, At early morning highest tide. Whom shall stand after this storm hits land fall. The sword unsheathed will take vengeance fill With it's blade dipped an ink well of blood. No treaty signed can stop history's mighty wrath Feel hot Norse breath upon your neck oh roman. Seek thy brothers kinsman’s council for Safety’s sake alone. Fears children hide beneath a gray cloak of innocence. Illusions shelter of falsehoods arrogance delusion, Believing the walls of roman shall never fall. A dark shadow is cast over thy world of glittering Gold a plunders treasure chest a shinning example For glistening ripening to fill ill gotten Gains empty hauls. What price to pay for lies deceit, it's brilliance Calls forth a trumpeting, a sounding for Deaths comforting. Valhalla gates open wide, to welcome Vanquished heroes unto the neither world. While Romanian drink deeply from deaconesses Bloody cup. The Vikings sing a victory song and voyage on And Odin smile down upon his people With pride's honor restored. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN