Steel and Flesh, Hammer and Bone

Half way through the month, and I have yet to come up with a something good enough to post. I have been writing on a few, but they are just not flowing out like I had hoped they would. So I sat down one night and thought, "What can I do for my blog?" Answer was, "Write a poem."

So I sat down on my trusty Chromebook, and started writing something. I began with something that I enjoy, the cold. I enjoy winter more so than summer, a lot more so in fact. In winter, I get to wear nice coats, hoodies, cool knit hats, and if I'm really cold, all of them at once. In summer, if I am too warm, all I can do is sit in an air conditioned room and hope it cools me off so I don't stick to the chair anymore. I have many more reasons I love winter, but I will maybe tell you about them another time.

So I sat and wrote the first bit of the poem and suddenly it started to take a direction. Vikings! I love the vikings. I love the boats, the way they lived, the housing, the drinks, the women, and most other things. So I kept writing and below is what I wrote. It is called Steel and Flesh, Hammer and Bone. If I were a viking, I think I would use a shield and a hammer or an ax. They feel right in my hand.

I hope you enjoy the poem and I hope that I can come up with something soon for you, outside of epic poems. Maybe I will be lucky enough to have a funny story to tell you.



Steel and Flesh, Hammer and Bone

The cold wind blows,

Frost eating at our bones,

Bravely we face the wind,

Stand ready to fight.

The glory of battle will soon fall,

When our swords meet flesh,

And our hammers meet bone,

And souls meet our lord.

The raiding clan of cowardly men,

Have been slowly working in,

Toward the heart of kingdom,

To steal our women and gold.

But we meet them on the frozen hills,

Blades let loose and shields raised high,

Together we stand as brothers,

We will live or die as one.

May Valkyries take the honorable men,

To the gates of Valhalla,

To Odin's table of war and mead,

And honor be to those who die.

But for the cowards who do come,

Let Hel ride off with thee,

Know no drinking or joy,

But misery and shame.

We sing out battle songs,

The sound echoing across the land,

We fill out hearts with battle joy,

As we march down to meet our foe.

The songs of steel and flesh,

Hymns of hammer and bone,

Fill the cold air around,

As we paint the snow red.

May they remember our deeds,

Raise stones in our memories,

May they never forget,

The glory of this battle day.