403. The Relics Of Our Past
The footprints of our folk, pressed ages ago in the sand,
Washed away by the waves, left in our hearts for ever more,
A Viking dragon ship left to rot on a Northern sea strand,
Wrecked in an ocean battle, brought by the tide to the shore.
A sword blade badly rusted, buried deep within the dirt,
Nearby lies the bronze hilt, carved with a serpent design,
Scattered around lay the rings of a warrior's mail shirt,
War relics of the past, now buried all along the coastline.
The top of a silver Thor's hammer pokes out of the ground,
A symbol of their Gods, a testament to a time now long ago,
Sacred are the many locations where the artifacts are found,
Covered with ancient glory, in puddled rain, or the deepest snow.
Ghosts of our distant past, sacred relics frozen forever in time,
Memories of our ancient people, Norse Vikings proud and true,
Kingdoms in all their glory, a culture that had reached its prime,
And the great Pagan temples, where they gave the Gods their due !
- Glenn Bergen, ( Ravensheart ), © Copyright, 2016.