A group of friends sailed into the breeze
silver tipped and battle worn
To do battle over seas,
and fighting for honor sworn
The helm was strong upon the heads
And spears were sharpened to a razored tip
The village was sleeping peacefully in their beds
As they sailed off in their ship
The wind was at their backs
strong as an armorer's forge
The moonlight glinted off the sword and axe
As they went, through hell and despairs deepest gorge
The drink was long into the night
As they celebrated victories past
stoically they sailed off to the fight
knowing this may be their last.
A group of friends sailed off into the night
To fight the darkness closing in
To go and prove their might
for victory to honor their kin
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a warrior fears not death when a worthy cause calls. penned their journey and the uncertainty of returning alive so well, Ryan.