Valhalla's Call

He walks alone, a shadow cast  
By memories too fierce to last,  
A warrior once, now lost, betrayed—  
By time, by fate, by war's parade.  
His brothers, bold, now rest below,  
Their blood, their courage, still they glow,  
In Valhalla’s hall, where feast and song  
Echo the names of those who’re gone.  

He’s left behind, the living scar,  
The weight of grief a constant war.  
Guilt gnaws within, a ceaseless ache,  
For those he loved, for those who break  
In battle’s grip, their lives forfeit,  
But he—he lives, alone, unfit  
To join them where the mighty dine,  
To sit at Odin's table, fine.

No glorious death, no final cry,  
He wonders if he even tried—  
To die a soldier, fierce and true,  
Instead of breathing, pulling through,  
The weight of days, a burden great,  
A soul betrayed by twisted fate.  
The Valkyrie don’t call for him;  
He’s left to fade in silence grim.  

He hides his pain beneath the mask,  
A hollow face, an empty task.  
No family close, no friends to trust,  
He’s walled himself in quiet rust,  
Each day a blur of hollow fight,  
Against a world that knows no night.  
Around him laughter, life, and light,  
While he longs for one last glorious fight.  

The battlefield, his home, his kin,  
Where death was certain, pure of sin—  
He yearns for it, though it’s too late,  
To walk that path, to seal his fate.  
But still he waits, and still he pleads,  
For death to come and end his needs.  
To die a warrior, proud and tall,  
To join his brothers at Odin’s hall.  

So he moves through life, a quiet ghost,  
Drowning in what he loves the most—  
The battle cries, the blood, the pain,  
The longing for a final gain.  
And when his time has passed, he’ll pray,  
That Valkyrie will lead the way,  
To Valhalla’s feast, where none will fear,  
Where brothers wait, and joy is near.  

Until then, he carries on, concealed—  
A warrior’s heart, forever healed  
By hope that one day, in the end,  
The battle will come, and he’ll ascend,  
To dine with them, beneath the sky,  
Where guilt and shame no longer lie.  
For in Valhalla, free from pain,  
He’ll find his peace, and there remain.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2024

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Bass Avatar
December 10, 2024 at 11:59 AM
If survivor's guilt was written by a Viking! Very well done!
Tefft Avatar
November 26, 2024 at 1:45 PM
I liked this a lot. Thanks for sharing.
Mornelithe Avatar
November 26, 2024 at 8:42 AM
This poem is haunting and powerful, beautifully capturing the inner turmoil of a warrior burdened by guilt and loss. The imagery of Valhalla and the Valkyrie contrasts with the soldier's longing for peace and redemption, showing his struggle with surviving when his brothers have fallen. The sense of isolation and yearning for a final, glorious end resonates deeply. A masterful exploration of grief, guilt, and the hope for peace beyond life's battles. Truly captivating.
Agustin Avatar
November 20, 2024 at 9:08 PM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Welcome to Poetry Soup. I welcome you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.
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