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Here a young boy stands
Eager to taste cold steel
Baptized by warm blood
He will never learn to fear

A decade soon passes by
A young man he is now
Skills honed for battle
His blood holds his vow

Plundering the weaker
Surviving on what he can
A lifetime of war goes by
His bloody print across the land

An old man kneels down slow
Before a shrine to the gods
He's learned pilgrimage is best
Before he takes any on

He feels weaker than usual
But still holds fiery passion
He knows this day will be his last
But he will still take action

He charges forth in battle
A tired smile on his lips
Old shield now shattered
Reaches for the ax on his hips

Drop one weapon, grab another
This old dance he knows well
Too late, too soon, he misses a step
He knows he's not going to Hel

He can hear their voices, He sees a figure
As the blood pours from his wound
Valkyries are coming for him
It's time to go home
Quick one typed up, just came to me as I was watching some tv.
The other night I was working on a battle hymn, but I forgot to write it down. I hope to remember it and post that up soon as well.
MabusTheDark Featured By Owner Jan 14, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
The old man died a warrior's death. Bravo, was a good read.
AMES95 Featured By Owner Sep 3, 2012
I loved it..I write as you said you wrote this piece..It just comes out..I really did love the way "his" story was told!
Axlazu Featured By Owner Sep 3, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
thank you
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