On the hallowed field of battle, we stood side by side,
You were my protective shield , I was your sharp sword.
We fought together when all that remained was our pride,
In the marshes of the Isles, or from ships in a deep fjord.
For years we stood firm as a wall, while many others died,
A lifetime of going a Viking, gave us many a rich reward.
It was your youngest sister who I courted and then wed,
And it was I who introduced you to your beautiful wife.
When my child died it was you whose tears were shed,
And it was I who carved the handle for your boy's knife.
Between old friends a thank you is implied if left unsaid,
That is just how it is when you have been friends for life.
If I said I was not grief stricken, it would be a bold lie,
We agreed we would die in battle, always to stand tall.
Yet there my friend you lie, old and in bed, ready to die,
As strong warriors we were too good, we would not fall,
But old age is the enemy, even the strongest cannot defy,
For you my old friend, I will ask Odin for a place in his hall.
- Glenn Bergen, ( Ravensheart ), © Copyright, 2014.