VikingA Poem by Xanthous Crow
Borne of battle,
Battle borne. Into the bloody world, cruel and old I was shorn By my brethren in arms On wooden boat, with weapons and trinket, charms Waved goodbye to the viking land Prepared to make a stand Against any and all All and any Dragons riding the waves Onwards to glory To Valhalla! If I die I take my place by Odin's side. © 2012 Xanthous Crow |
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1 Review Added on March 25, 2012 Last Updated on March 25, 2012 AuthorXanthous CrowMount Erebus, AntarcticaAbout"Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancho.. more..Writing
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