A historical piece inspired by Vikings
Cross windswept beach to waiting ships
Through darkened skies a dead eclipse;
Bodies burned return to earth
Those fearsome warriors given birth,
On sodden foreign fields.
Triumphant we return from raids
Of ruthless steel of axe and blade;
Torn from grasp of Saxon witches,
Stored in boxes tightly sealed.
Norsemen forced to sacrifice
They cheer descent to paradise;
On barren farms wait patient mothers
Helmets clutched by weeping others,
Scars still bleed through wooden shields,
By next year they will be healed.
Back to the ships.