Author: Nate Davis Volsungassonnr PM
A modern-day Viking takes a look at the world around him.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Spiritual - Words: 152 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 2 - Published: 08-03-11 - id: 2939677
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Author's Note: 11B is the identifier for Combat Infantry in the U.S. Army. This poem is addressed to Odin.
"And we will ride across these plains
Seeking vengeance, seeking fame;
Though it lead us to Hel's gates
A man cannot run from his fate."
The raven follows ever on my right,
The wolf walks with me on the forest track;
Where swords are singing, I will heed the call;
The feast of eagles is the fate I chose.
My master, take me when you deem it right.
The sound of singing still and ringing guns,
The mortar-bomb, the bayonet, the axe
Are all stilled when the Raven calls for me.
Cold Death will come for all men, young or old;
Old Grey-Beard, let me die not in my bed!
Midst blood and sand and thunder would I go
Unto your hall; my fathers wait for me.