Viking Plunder

The Viking gallery slipped quietly through the night the oars just barely skimming the gentle swell sails were fur-lowed tight to help hide it from sight the warriors ready for the signal sounded by the bell Silently they landed, ferocious was their appearance wielding their great battle axes wearing winged helmets they crept up on the sleeping village in timeless trance plundering and pillaging killing some helpless pets Taking captive the fairest of the maids enslaving burly men to work the gallery's oars, filling the hold with stolen treasure drinking wine from carved horns and spit roasting a tasty hen soon well into their cups they ravished most maids keeping one pure She of flaxen hair and hour glass figure and tender years was spared a most fitting present for their king, the rest would be auctioned for profit the coin added to the treasury. Now under full sail the waves they dared knowing a welcome most raucous awaited they now their torches lit Their king was most pleased with his gift and vowed they would be wed a great feast was prepared and the mead flowed thick and sweetly the Viking cheered as their king took the maid first as wife then to bed weeping as she was ravished, he rode her like a bull until she bled badly Back to the feast he downed some horns then lay down to sleep the maid waited until all was silent and then into his heart she struck deep she took back her shame as he lay dying knowing her own death she did reap turning the dagger on herself her life no value she slipped into eternal sleep written 05/01/2014 contest Any Poem Any Subject