Fury

A Poem about a viking battle

The fury is felt in my vains.

My armies are heading to the villages.

Rape and pillage are viking ways.

They won't know what hit them,

They'll be in such a haze.

I lead my army to the battle ground,

A place of peace.

Now a place of war.

I raise my sword to the heavens,

Then direct forward to the village.

I nod to my lifelong friend.

I promise our friendship will never end.

This is the fury of our tribe.

We are no longer up for a bribe.

We've sailed many waters,

Traveled many places,

and now,

Argon.

We are coming to get you!

We are coming to unsew your plentiful and fertile fields,

and let you know,

Revenge  is on our side.

We are ready Argon...

Now be ready to say farwell and goodbye.

Your women and children will cry...

I want you to feel the pain my village felt..

And If I fail, 

Valhalla is where I will go.

Reviews

[Rose of Gondor]

You like Vikings, don't you? And Norse mythology? I can tell from you handle...

[Soul Fire]

Technically,I am a viking XD based on my decent...and yes I do. I've always been interested in it,but my boyfriend got me even more interested in it.Check out my story Aesa the viking princess?

[Rose of Gondor]

COOL! Ok, checking out right NOW (I love Norse Mythology myself, having recently read Icefall...)

[Soul Fire]

Awesome :D Whats icefall?

[Rose of Gondor]

oh, a book. :D Just some random book.

[Soul Fire]

Sounds awesome