240. Bastard Son
Born from the cursed womb of an evil witch,
Hardly a royal birth, but a monstrous offspring,
Conceived from the spells cast by that awful bitch.
Suckled on the milk of his mother's intense hate,
The boy, Vebjorn, grew up into a horrible swine,
In his tormented mind a plan began to incubate,
Hatched from the resentment of his mother's design.
She told her son that Sigvar had abandoned them both,
Once he was born they had been thrown out into the cold.
The bedroom promises broken along with his wedding oath,
" If you come back I will kill you both ! " she was told.
Then one night Vebjorn returned with men to his father's hall,
While the king slept his warriors burned the longhouse down.
His mother laughed, a wicked laugh, as she watched it fall,
In the morning Vebjorn placed upon his head his father's crown.
- Glenn Bergen ( Ravensheart ), © Copyright 2014.