~ By Courtesy of Others ~
After The Ashen Spear
My time is done, I know Iíll not
Ever see my land again,
And my flesh shall surely rot
In this Wod forsaken spot
Where battle dead are left, forgot.
Those not yet born shall walk around
And see these hills where battle raged
They shall not ween that underground
Lie heads that once with awe-helm crowned
Now lay unknown, unnamed, unfound.
Yet, bone on bone in scrambled heap
We lie in masses here and there
Skulls on kinsmenís skulls we sleep
Ribs enmeshed we ever keep
Our frithful friendships in the deep.
© Juleigh Howard-Hobson
Image: © John Howe, www.john-howe.com, used by permission.