385. Recapturing Glory
The awful stench of death carries for miles,
Attracts the scavengers to the bountiful feast,
The stiff bodies lie around the battlefield in piles,
Hungry wolves fight over the flesh of the deceased.
The mighty weapons quickly tarnish, soon to rust,
Flesh rots on the corpses, eyes dissolve in the head,
Animals scatter bones, the sun turns them to dust,
And very soon there will be nothing left of the dead.
When all the signs of the great battle are long gone,
And little is remembered of what was once their glory,
All is not lost, there is still the skald to be called upon,
For only he can recapture their brave deeds in story.
- Glenn Bergen, ( Ravensheart ) © Copyright, 2016.