CAMELOT FANTASIES

A ballad referring to Viking invasions

Twas Winter, I recall
When lowering skies
And freezing winds
Gripped tight upon the land

When the pick axe blade
Swung heavy and true
No indent could it make
Upon the iron hard soil

Yes, was it then the boats did come
Dragon prows clear in the mist of dawn
Arriving on the morning tide
A swarmin' like locusts to plague our lands

No quarter did they offer
And none did we ask
But they took what they wanted
And many a hearth lay empty after

Many a widow was made that day
And orphans not forgetting too
Images seared forever in their eyes
Of invaders who would this day rue


@MercurialNight
The axe I bear
battle-notched
she sings
with the ghosts
of those I've slain
warriors
who will not walk this earth again

.@Banquozghost

In Valhalla they shall drink
And sing their songs of victories
Hard fought
Hard won
Honoured by those they left behind

@MercurialNight
Don't die
for silver
or for gold

Die where the fight is hot
where the bold
are named in awe
heroes that sup
with the gods

Strike hard
Strike fast
As the battle crow
Glory awaits
In halls of Valhalla
Make your sons proud
& your name forever sung

@Banquozghost