103. Last Request
Fighting his enemies without a thought of fear.
His adversaries lie motionless, dead at his feet,
Mowed them down like a scythe through wheat.
Blood drips slowly from his reddened sword,
A broad sharp weapon, a gift from his lord.
The round shield he carries is chipped and cracked,
By the enemies swords, and axes as they attacked.
His mail has been punctured by the enemies deeds,
The red stain grows as the fearless warrior bleeds.
Teetering on death the Viking looks up at the sky,
And cries out to the old Gods before he can die.
" All - Father Odin, Balder, Tyr, and great Thor,
Great Warrior Gods of conflict, battle and of war.
Hear my final words and honor my death,
Take me to Valhalla with my last breath ! "
- Glenn Bergen, ( Ravensheart ), © Copyright, 2013.