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Jonathan Clayton Poem
The ghosts of fallen heros
Oftern visit me in my dreams
Telling me whats approaching
Telling me of there deeds
They encourage me to fight on
Making sure that i win
Their spectral presence surronding me
As i fight every battle on a whim
I dont know what they want of me
I dont know why they care
But each battle they protect me
You can see their mist in the air
These ghosts are Viking warriors
They protect me proud and true
For one day i will join them
In the great hall my mead cup will be filled
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Jonathan Clayton Poem
They gave their lives for our freedom
They fought all proud and true
The mighty warriors of Odin
Fought when the battle horn was blew
They waited for the enemy to attack
With sword and shield in hand
No nerves among these mighty men
When that battle horn was blew
The Gods where there beside them
Waiting for their mighty foes
But when they came upon them
They were slew in there droves
The Gods fought bravely that day
But this was not to be
Odin and his fellow gods
Would be now a part of history
Only four of the hero's survived that day
To make the world a new
They survived the fiery Surtr sword
When that battle horn was blew
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Jonathan Clayton Poem
They say everything dies
But i know this is untrue
For my love for my angel
Will always eternaly continue
She makes my heart race fastly
My soul scream out her name
For she is my Valkyrie
And that she will always remain
Her body is one of a angel
Her voice is that of a queen
Her presence alone intoxicates me
She is the woman of my dreams
Not distance time nor people
Can tarnish what we have
For the love we have lasts forever
And for this i am most glad
I will have her in my arms again
To look into her eyes And say
that i will forever love her
Love her till the day i die
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Jonathan Clayton Poem
I sit beside the fire
Tankard of mead in my hand
Thinking of the comming battle
And what i do understand
I know i may die in this
Fighting for life and limb
Seeing my enemys charge me
Never letting my wits grow dim
I know the future is approaching
Where i must stand and fight
For my axe is here gleaming
And my sheild is in my hand
The battle is almost upon me
My blood boils in my vains
I stand and let out a warcry
As i will never be ashamed
My heart starts to beat faster
And my soul crys out his name
Odin please protect me
For i will always fight in your name
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Jonathan Clayton Poem
She is like a immortal flower
Always in full bloom
Her presence makes me warm inside
Oh i wish i can hold her soon
Her voice makes my legs go weak
Her touch is amazing too
As she is my immortal flower
Who makes all my dreams come true
I've held her many atimes
Knowing how delicate she is
Her skin is like a petal
So beautiful soft and sweet
Her eyes are as blue as the ocean
Her hair is as soft as can be
I love it when i kiss her
it makes my soul dance with glee
She is my gourgous Angel
When im with her i know i belong
My life then has purpose
And i know its deffinatly not wrong
Copyright © Jonathan Clayton | Year Posted 2010
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