The Viking Lords

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    The Viking Lords

     The fire of life is dripping out of the joyful
    the wicked ones laugh at the chaos
    that starts to consume what they perceive as mortal men
    only to see man perceiver of the new age has dawned on the world
    the great snake is forced by Thor’s hammer
    to shut its jaws once more
    and for one thousand years more it shall be concussed
    so that even if it should happen to awake
    it will never find the shores of midgard
    man will find shelter in Valhalla
    as Odin watches the destruction and cowers for his own life

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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