A cold Norse wind

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is a poetic adventure of a Viking warrior. Fun to enjoy, read literally. But lots of symbolism here.

Submitted: January 10, 2012

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Submitted: January 10, 2012



Venture forth,

Into the frozen land.

Plundering, and murdering;

The monster consumes.

Battle weary and heavy laden,

We search for place to rest.

The night air stings us with cold;

A siren's song, lulling our life away.

Stay strong, don't hearken to her lips.


Dawn breaks, and vengence will be ours.

Saddle thy steed and ride with me.

The day is long,

The journey is far.

Hours, we ride across the land.

Invading Holy lands,

Warriors of Asgaard.

Viking brothers, we must cleanse this realm

Of the Christian plague.


Battle is upon us this day,

For the glory of Odin.

With the fury of Thor,

We vanquish our foes.

Blood spills upon the ground, warm.

Melting the virgin snow under our feet.

Relishing in the slaughter,

The heretics fall.


As I raise my axe to strike,

I feel the arrow penetrate my knee.

Falling down to one knee,

I see my life flash before my eyes.

I remember the promise I made to her

To come home alive;

That I'm forced to break.

Seconds tick by in an eternity.

I feel the sword slice through my chest.

"Goodbye, my love. Goodbye, my son."




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