The Vikings rowed ashore, and marched to the nearest village,
They sailed this way for slaves, and to plunder, and to pillage.
In the midst of all the bloody carnage, there stood a little girl,
She was defiant in her manner, the younger daughter of the Earl.
She knelt behind her father's shield, for which she could not raise,
And stood proudly with sword in hand, with her village all ablaze.
The little shield maiden had no mail, nor helmet for her head,
Yet there she stood defiantly, among the dying and the dead.
The invading King, with sword in hand, stood before the child,
His eyes were crazed with blood lust , his manner was so wild.
She did not shake, nor did she cry, but stood there to defend,
Even as the king raised his sword, the maiden would not bend.
The King just stood there stunned, and ordered his men to halt,
So impressed was the mighty Viking, he called off his assault.
He reached over her father's shield, and picked her up in his arm,
I will adopt this little maiden, and do this village no more harm !
Glenn Bergen, Copyright, 2013.