394. The Glorious Lost Cause
Our enemy treacherously attacked, they gave us little warning,
Quickly our folk grabbed their axes, spears and swords to wield,
We rushed from our homes, formed a shield wall on the battlefield.
Our weapons were still blazing brightly under the midday sun,
Despite the absolute certainty that our enemy had already won,
With all of our strength, and with aching muscles we strained,
Fought on, badly bruised, brutally battered, and bloodstained.
There are so very few of us left now, the brave battle is now lost,
The hallowed ground is covered in our blood, a most terrible cost,
Among the dead are children, some in the arms of their mothers,
Husbands lying by their wives, slaughtered sisters with brothers.
Covered in our enemy's blood, and exhausted deep to the core,
We heap curses at our enemy, and praise our Thunder God Thor,
To the end every warrior does their final duty, dying bathed in glory,
As the last warrior falls, they leave to history their honorable story !
- Glenn Bergen, ( Ravensheart ), © Copyright, 2016.