A War Song Will Be Sung

A song will be sung as war descends
Calling on God’s invisible hand
Enemies hordes crushed underfoot
With no knowledge of why they came.

Ships harboured in the bay
Like sleeping sea serpents did they lay
While out in the fields they gathered hay
Never sensing where or what in the future lay.

Horns and shouts destroyed the silence
Swords and spears opened up the hearts
Souls departed and flew away
Never knowing why they died that way.

Golden harvest turned to red
Like a setting sun at end of day
Left to rot alone and discarded
Never made into bread for the departed.

A song was sung as serpents awoke
Slipping away under burning smoke
Back to the depths of what hell they came
Never to return that way again.

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Travelled this lifes journey for sixty-two years, been married for forty=one years. We produced two children , a daughter and a son.Our Daughter has four children and my son has one. i am a commited Celtophile and love Viking myth and life.
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Preeti
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Scenes of a gory battlefield and utter chaos…very beautifully portrayed!

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