Warrior Autumn Woman
The Vikings battle cry was ferocious and ear piercing.
Autumn woman applied her paints as she heard them enter her forest.
She was ready to rip them from stern to stem.
The gods were on her side, she felt her power animals gearing up.
Elk gave her a nod, raccoon took his place beside the worn-out oak stump.
Hawk and raven flew in, at the ready.
Autumn woman knew the Vikings would be
Surprised.
Few armies can annihilate a ferocious army.
But she and her animals could and often did.
She silently crept through the forest,
Killing them one by one.
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