And so, forward,
called by the war-drums of our hearts,
booming in our chests, behind our plates of steel
And so, shoreward
internal noise quieted by silence on the northern water
enigmatic mists juxtaposing with our ferocious zeal.
And so, deathward,
Valhalla awaits the bravest who fall; the clangs of fury
our shouts of victory reach Odin's ears.
And so, the army spurred,
watching fire erupt with cries of jubilation,
the din of war in our nature suffocates our fears.
And so, heavenward,
The bravest die, the bravest live forever
Silent in their graves, joyous in their paradise
And so eternally,
Our souls are rewarded with the promise
that even heaven partakes in war.
Author notes
According to Mr. Owen, the Vikings believed their paradise to be battle during the day, and beer, women, and brawls during the night.
When I think of Vikings, I think of really cool boats. *shrug*
Comments
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nice poem. I like the high level of vocabulary you used, it made it sound descriptive and captivating. I enjoyed reading it.
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