A poem about a viking voyage |
Upon the blue, frothy waters Our boat did heave, to and fro The captain yells from the bow Where we’re headed, no one knows The clouds darken on horizon The winds blow frigid cold The waves buck and throw us forward Thirteen men both strong and bold Lightning clashes and lights the heavens Rains fall hard, straight through to bone Thirteen men on grand adventure Pray to Odin we make it home Dream of home, our sons and daughters Wives, beer, hearth, and soothing lyre Bring with us our stolen treasures Emerald forests and ruby fire “Land!” is heard from the starboard Yells and laughter fill the air A castle stands upon the cliffs We sing praise to Freya as we prepare Don our armor, shields, and axes Swords and spears thirst for blood The sun now shines upon our standard Caked with salt and bits of mud Find a river, unsuspecting The moon now conquers the star filled sky Row upstream and find a landing At morning light our enemy dies Caught them as they ate their breakfast Still half asleep from last night’s drink Hit them fast with all we could muster The fight was over before they could think Plunder and pillage gold and furs Emeralds and rubies for every knave We take their iron and their women To work the fields as our slaves The ship is filled and we cast off lightly Songs to Freya still echo loud The sun is high and the wind is sweet The sky is blue without a cloud We dream of home, our sons and daughters Wives, beer, hearth, and soothing lyre Bring with us our stolen treasures Emerald forests and ruby fire |