The women of the village watched their men sail away.
Carried in twenty ships, led by their brave King Ivar,
A thousand men to attack the British Isles not far.
The night before, the king had gone to the witch,
To ask : " Would they be killed, or come back rich ?"
The Volva, casting sacred bones upon her table,
Told the future to the king, as best as she was able.
" You will come ashore in a vast land of much wealth,
And deal to your enemy a great blow to their health.
The Gods will smile upon you in your quest for glory,
And the skalds will tell of your deeds in a wonderful story. "
Quite satisfied, the king paid the witch for her advice,
For his people, her words were well worth the price.
Ivar told of her prophecy in his great hall at the feast,
As he sacrificed nine calves, with the help of his priest.
They headed out the next morning into foggy seas,
Hoping to catch in their sails a favorable breeze.
The winds that they asked for simply did not blow,
And the seamen were forced to their oars to row.
The wind was unpredictable, the seas became rough,
The journey was very long, the conditions were tough.
As the ships beached themselves up along the shore,
The king's warriors jumped over the side, ready for war.
Through towns and the villages, Ivar's Vikings quickly came,
Either the villages paid the Danegeld, or they went up in flame.
The Norsemen were an unstoppable force of great might,
Those villagers who stood firm, died in the fire's last light.
Finally the Britains, on a plain, decided to make a stand,
They would fight to defend their homes, and their land.
The battle was very long, the ground ran slick and red,
With the blood of the warriors, who lay dying and dead.
By that evening the great struggle was over and done,
The few remaining Britains, had decided to turn and run.
The Vikings stood alone, and victorious, ready for their due,
They had proven with their might that the prophecy was true !
- Glenn Bergen, ( Ravensheart ), © Copyright, 2014.