Poem 433 : Valhalla Is For All Who Succeed !
At the front of the long column, on a great white horse, rides their king,
Majestically, and much like a God of War, he sits stoically in his saddle,
With the enemy in their front he spreads his army out like a bird's wing,
And there they wait patiently for what they hope will be a winning battle.
The king, and his elite hirdmen group, fight for fortune, fame, and glory,
In the rear the commoner deals with nothing more than blood and gore,
Great fame and riches are seldom a part of the common fighter's story,
For them, and their close comrades, there is only the cold reality of war.
If killed, the king and his chieftains, will be honored with great Rune Stones,
Their exaggerated deeds, etched deeply, will tell their tale for many years,
While, left on the battlefield, scavengers will pick at the commoner's bones,
And their loved ones, back home, will be left with only heartache and tears.
On an honored funeral pyre the king's body is placed, and made ready to burn,
There to be sent up in flames to the Valkyries, who bring him to the Valfather,
The warriors who survived, though honored for a short time upon their return,
When death comes with old age, we are told these same Valkyries do not bother.
But Valhalla, and everlasting glory, is not reserved only for the rich and elite,
For honor is never inherited, but is instead fairly earned with great deeds,
In Odin's golden hall not only the privileged are provided an honored seat,
Instead the Valfather reserves a bench for every bold warrior who succeeds.
- Glenn Bergen, ( Ravensheart ) , © Copyright, 2018.