Viking Funeral
Viking Funeral
When that day comes that I will die
Dress me in the finest clothing
Patterned from a textured sharksin
As the sun sets east and reflects
upon the sea so warm and blue
Place me in a red sailing craft
Hand carved from an exquisite teak
Surround me with my memories
My keepsakes and my written words
And when the tide goes out to sea
You may set my sails pointed west
Aim and shoot a flaming arrow
To pierce the boat set it aflame
And consume me on my final sail
When the last flame is extinguished,
Retrieve my ashes from the craft
And place them in an marble jar
And toss it in the ocean deep
My life has always been mundane
I never lived to seize the day
Good luck and judgements never meshed
My essence nor my core refreshed
To take a trip in such a way
To be remembered on that day
Will seal the memory of my death
When I have breathed my final breath
*Revised Poem from years ago
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