The ocean is vast
but we are determined
to know what lies beyond
A desire to expand our reach;
we are uncontent with just sitting
around all day drinking mead,
Loading up our longships,
we row out into the unknown,
alone; prey for beasts
Tempestuous storms
from Odin himself
bring us closer to death
In their Waning mental health;
the men become restless
with no land in sight
The sun beats down
on our faces, causing irritation;
each day seems to fade into the next
Journing farther and farther
west, we begin to question
if we will ever reach our destination?
Far past the point of no return,
we are committed to the insanity,