Valley of the Viking

     There is a little pass,
Way down yonder,
Where the Viking roams,
Free to contemplate and wander.

Between the Great Mountains,
Lies the Mystic Beast,
The Thrill of the Hunt, the taste of the blade,
Soon he will begin his feast.

All go down,
None return,
By way of his steel,
All shall feel his burn.

Power, beauty, magic and valor,
The so-called “Brave”
Hide atop their Iron Tower
Always fearful of what lies below.

The Mighty Viking, with many a name,
Will someday come up, up to play their little game,
And when the Day of Vindication comes about,
Remember, fool, they are the ones who caused it ...