The Norsemen Poem by Micah Krahn

Walk over the brittle bones of the gods, crushing the fragile skulls of your ancestors. The last etching splintering thought of freedom impaled from their tongues.

Transfixed upon the brutality of battleborn battle axes forged by nature's fury delivered with irate slithering bladed vengeance. Ivoried braided bladed scabbards descriptively detailed Norse idiom beautifully intricately in scripted upon the entirety of precise bladed deliverance.

Our gods have risen to ascension, striking Thor's hammer upon Odin's might clashing steel upon bronze and iron. Disintegrating resilient elm shields to nothing more than wooded slivered eradication. Valhalla waits for no man, not even upon his withered prayer of prophesied stagnant death. Bloodied from battle, these adiamorphic demonizing beasts decapitating every millennial village in their savaged wake.

Lady Freyja united with ever a horde of millennial weeping Valkyries sought to usher slain forlorned ghosts deprived from their fractured soulless forsaken corpses they once had lain claim to. Forged from the steadfast will of their gods, their fear-splintering titans quaking through Ægir's waves of boundless watery wilderness. Solitude surrounding the vast garrisons of titan ships, with nothing but the onslaught of tremendous swells corkscrewing the mighty titan back and forth like a sodden flasked phellem.

Upon our battle bred oaken ships, shields arrayed along the gunwales strengthened our flight from stormy affliction. We will Rise. Rise. Rise above. Rise above the forsaken waves of Ægir's fury. Tethering our anchored savagery upon your wretched motherland; ravaging your homeland of your refined treasures and enslaving your women and slaying your children, before crucifying your castaway pariahs on the beaches of your city as we sail away.

Vengeance will not obey your fragile mind, as your tattered body hangs fastened to your shipwrecked mast. In the 11th century our kinsmen would eventually befall to the histories of forgotten sagas of nothing more but of Viking lore.

Alas my brethren this is our tale, for our deeds will live in Valhalla evermore, as we sail towards Valhalla's morning star our funeral ship burns less bright as the ferryman acknowledges payment upon our coined corpsed eyes.


We are The Norsemen of this mighty Icelandic poetic tale.

All Hail Gods of War!


Glossary:
Freyja (Old Norse 'Lady') is a goddess associated with love, sexuality, beauty, fertility, gold, war and death.
Thor (Old Norse 'Þórr') is a hammer-wielding god associated with thunder, lightning, storms, oak trees, strength, the protection of mankind, and also hallowing, healing and fertility.
Ægir (Old Norse 'Sea') is a sea giant, god of the ocean and king of the sea creatures in Norse mythology