Those who are not chosen face Valfather's deception,
They walk the road to Hel which is misty and cold,
At Valhalla' s great hall, for some a reception,
The path is much warmer for those who are bold.
The high ceiling is thatched in shields made of gold,
And shining spears hold up the halls mighty rafter,
The golden benches are covered in mail we are told,
This honored hall was built by a wonderful crafter.
Germanic kings and mighty heroes are chosen to serve,
Picked very wisely by the All - Father to sit in his hall,
These benches are only for those who truly deserve,
Here they eat and they drink and wait for the call.
The Einherjar duel with shield, axe and sword,
In the courtyard each day they practice and fight,
To be ready to protect Odin, their master and Lord,
Till dusk slowly falls, and robs them of light.
As the sun disappears behind a mountain so high,
And darkness falls over the lands of the north,
The dead warriors are brought back, did not truly die,
They are greeted by Valkyries who bring the mead forth.
Glenn Bergen, Copyright 2013.