Valhalla

Dark, cold, at first snowfall on a moonless night,
Inside the great hall, a banquet was served at light,
They gathered, they called, they ate and spoke;
They talked of battles and wars,
Of great kings and warriors.
Legends of the viking folk;
Hunters bragged of their largest game,
Pillagers and warriors boasted of their notorious fame.

It would seem as if it were just a normal night for victory,
For not the nights fight that shattered the evening dimly,
Blood was shed and the arguments roared,
At the center of it all, an old warrior was gored;
A fight broke out between the townsfolk,
The night’s fight had proven right;
A tribe without a king was destined to croak.

Not all was lost, one warrior still had hope;
He was worthy and old,
Noble and bold.
He sought to change their ways,
A leader he was. he spoke of sacrifice,
His debt he sought to pay;
He told them of his vision, that of Valhalla,
But they laughed in his face,
His quest to join the righteous,
They said his drunken stupor was his only place.

Drunk and defeated, he stumbled away,
Off to his cabin he retreated;
Oh they will pay he would say.
He spent the night in the smithy’s shop,
With the furnaces roaring, his specialty tools boring’
Into the soft metals, clanging away,
But all that he heard was his glory.

At early next light, it was nearly completed;
He crafted a fine blade,
It’s sharpened new metal soon to be sheathed;
And a sturdy, tough iron shield,
Plates of steel were all that it needed.
There was commotion outside the shop,
The village crier came rustling through,
Bloodied and beaten, he exasperatedly explained;
His tale of a great grey beast set the village aflame.

He said he was helping the herbalist gather,
When came from behind, their guardian was splattered,
At the foot of a monster, standing two men tall;
He said it let out a roar of pure anger and rage,
That the fear it struck turned your skin the same shade of grey;
He said it was only luck that he got away,
Thought not unscathed;
The guard and the herbalist have a better place to stay,
Panic stricken, he returned to the great hall,
Just as he left, the alarm bell began to toll.

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