395. Gleaming Friend
While I often wonder if comrades have been truthful or lied,
You have always been there for me hanging close at my side,
We are of one mind, follow together the same simple creed,
War is our constant motto, victory in battle our brave deed.
Made from the ore that was mined from our homeland's earth,
The white hot fire of the furnace was the womb of your birth,
Tempered to be ever strong, and sharpened to a cutting edge,
Polished to a shine, and guaranteed by the blacksmith's pledge.
Unproven before your first conflict, but baptized with your first kill,
I am honored by your perfect balance, rejoice in the blood you spill,
My strength rushes through my grip that holds tightly to your hilt,
I take great solace in the fact that you are not burdened by my guilt.
I sit here with my hone carefully putting a fine edge upon your blade,
Once again making you ready so we can go on yet another viking raid,
Grateful am I that you will be by my side, till Odin takes me at the end,
Then I will wield you in Valhalla faithful comrade, my gleaming friend !
- Glenn Bergen, ( Ravensheart ), © Copyright, 2016.