As the warriors watch intently from opposite sides of the fields,
They sharpen their weapons, check their mail, pick up their shields.
The night fires are dying, Sunna is flooding the sky with Her light,
Both the Saxons and Vikings know it is almost time for their fight.
The warriors band together, they quickly form the great shield wall,
Then slowly march towards one another to begin the mighty brawl.
As axes split open heads, and swords slash in the blink of an eye,
The great War Maidens, on their steeds, watch from up in the sky.
As the battle progresses, and the dead litter the ground,
Odin' s Valkyries wait patiently without making a sound.
The dying cry out to Odin, they are hoping to be taken,
But Great Odin chooses only some, the rest are forsaken.
As the murkiness of dusk arrives, the great conflict is done,
The Vikings stand proudly over the battlefield they have won.
A Valkyrie kneels down, speaks to a dead warrior with charm,
She picks up his lifeless body, and gently cradles him in her arm.
She carries him to her horse, holds on tight, he will not fall,
As she rides through the night skies to Odin' s golden hall.
Brought before Valfather, instead of walking the road to Hel,
They are honored back to life by Odin chanting a magic spell !
- Glenn Bergen, Copyright, 2013.