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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)

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