The Battle

This was well written of my story to converting to pagan and the long recovery

I was lost and defeated by the walls known as depression
Tear apart and bloody left to died on battle ground
Hope was gone and i wanted to died

In eye view i saw a raven
and just When i was to give up life

There a man of the Viking time stand over me
With no words said between us
I was able to stand as my blood became the river between us
he reach his hand out to me
And show me the path where ill be in peace

In that calling I was again behind the walls to fight for myself
and in this battle I was given a might sword as my blood scream
I saw the war was over but ropes was around my neck
And as i saw black i felt his hands and i found peace knowing I don’t fear death
And one day we will eat beside each other