269. Sometimes They Return
Her brother, and his warriors, were presumed to all be drowned.
Grima had begged Einar not to go, instead he sailed off to war,
She erected to him a memorial, blessed by the hammer of Thor.
To honor her brother, and show him her deep everlasting devotion,
Every evening, in his honor, Grima tipped a horn down by the ocean.
In sorrow and anger, she cursed Aegir, said things that made her cry,
In her fury she raged at Ran, who she was sure made her brother die.
Then one night she came home from the beach in a drunken state,
Mani was hidden by dark and gloomy clouds, the hour was quite late.
The witches were whispering, the dead were planning to conspire.
As Grima opened her door, she saw someone standing by the fire !
As he turned she saw her brothers eyes, they were sunken and dead,
His body had become bloated, his blue skin looked ready to be shed .
Hanging at her brothers side, and partially covered by wet seaweed,
Was the ornate knife she had bought him, from a merchant Swede.
Grima turned and quickly ran away from her house down to the beach,
She stopped at the water's edge hoping she was out of the dead' s reach.
Suddenly she saw something quite horrible, which came up from the tide,
Floating up out of the ocean came her brother's warriors who had died.
She trembled uncontrollably, as the dead crept up onto the shore,
And Grima screamed as her terrified mind could not take it any more.
Then she fell upon the beach, as her conscious began to slowly fade,
And later when Grima awoke, she found in her hand her brother's blade !
- Glenn Bergen, ( Ravensheart ), © Copyright, 2014.