A Vikin', We Go

A little historical fiction poetry.

Arovin'

My love has gone

Seeking fame

And fortune

For the family name.

Setting across

The seas unknown

Exploring new lands

To plunder

And settle upon.

Knowin'

No future exist

As the third born

Except this.

Hurry home

My love

The hearth grows cold

Without you

By my side.

As I pray

To Thor

For calm weather.

And Njörður

May He guide you

Safely back.

Keeping you

Away from Hel

And the Valkyries.