Kingdom of the Northern Skies

Frozen bodies, stiffened under sheets of ice

scattered before the Northern Throne.

Striving and thirsting for war,

Berserker legions amass

at the gates of Valhalla.

Ragnarok has come;

the Throne is challenged.

Blood will spill as warriors fall,

one by one, death in glory shall bring them to Odin’s hand.

None shall be spared till victory’s coming

and the earth burns.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this today in History when studying Vikings. They've always interested me, so I thought this would make a good poem topic...

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