I fought hard with my sword, and later my axe,
When it seemed all was lost, I used a sharp seax.
Though broken and in pieces, I held up my shield,
Surrounded by my enemy , I still would not yield.
I was slashed and stabbed, then fell to the ground,
I could see not the light, could hear not a sound.
In the morning I awoke, I was hanging from a tree,
I had died in the night, yet my soul was not free.
Below in the road stood an old man in a hood
He walked with a stick, with runes carved in the wood.
He spoke magical words, and chanted a spell,
From up in the tree, the bonds broke and I fell.
He asked me to journey with them to his humble abode,
It was then I noticed he was leading warriors on the road,
Come quickly now my son, we have miles yet to go,
Valhalla is two days travel, by way of the crow.
- Glenn Bergen, Copyright, 2012