The Lone Viking
By Victor Edmunds Published about a month ago • 1 min read
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The Lone Viking
On the bridge was striking
Equipped with a mighty Dane Axe
To bury into his cowardly enemy’s backs
Forty men were felled by his hand
As he made his final stand
On and on he fought
Using everything he was taught
But, as dictated by the hands of fate
For his death he was late
Distracted was he by the battle
Turning all he fought into butchered cattle
He never thought to look below
For his next foe
Inflicted with a mortal wound
That would leave him doomed
His name was lost to time
Despite not going to Helheim
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