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The Warrior The wielder of spears stands tall and so strong, he'll not back down from challenge or trial. By honor he lives unshakable his will, with glory he dies to Valhalla he rides. His life he spends to prove his worth, not for gods or men but to temper his soul. Not born to kneel but to stand on his own, against the wind his path must go. The shield tree fights for honor and scars, to hone his skill and keep his way. The life he leads is not in vain, he keeps the sheep safe from the wolves who hate. The sword god has few friends who know, why he must go to the wanderer's hall. His helmet held high to those who scorn, his path he keeps that few can see. His sword is ready for the fight that comes, till he sees the Valkyries on the sea of spears. The days of heroes long since passed, the day will come when they ride once more. The trees of mail wait for the day, to gain glory and die and bards sing their name. Swords they keep sharp for the dance of the blade, that they pray will come and bring honor again. Few can see the worth of such men, they are blinded by words from silk armored dogs. The pen is strong as it is said, but soon they will see it's not much to the dead. They praise their brain but have lost true sense, they no longer see but fire of the arm. They labor for self and see not their kin, their family grows weak angry towards them. The followers of Odin can see with clear eyes, they will rise up to put it back right. Though many will find their place in his hall, when warriors unite the corrupt will fall. The ravens will feast on the dance floor of fire, the feeder of wolves will rise all the higher. A hero is he who fights for just cause, rise up he shall to march out and fall. All will remember the names of such men, for all of time their songs will they sing. Valhalla their prize for the blood on the ground, their life they give for the honor they gain. The wielder of spears stands tall and so strong, he'll not back down from challenge or trial. By honor he lives unshakable his will, with glory he dies to Valhalla he rides. © Blennerhassette |
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Image: "Frithiof’s Return to Framnäs", Knut Ekwall, Swedish painter (1843-1912)