Blood and guts he did not care
for with his axe he was his brother's bear.
His loyalty does not waver.
His scars tell the tale
of the strong who suffer the torture
from those that wish his brother harm.
So is the life of this lone Viking warrior.
The woman he loves is gone from him too.
It is with his brother, who she now lays beside
in their warm lair with the children she bore
that should have been his.
He knows with no doubt
her heart and body
will always belong to his brother.
So alone this Viking travels and suffers
Drinks his mead as if there will be no other.
But when the call of battle comes
again he sharpens his axe.
Ready to be at his brother's beck and call.But when it comes to the call of battle again he sharpens his axe
ready to be at his brother's beck and call.
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The Viking and His Goddess
PoetryWounds and hurt come to all but can a Viking and his Goddess find peace with each other and within themselves.