Vikings In Burning Eyes

In bitter winds, by violent sea
Watching long for Norsemen strong
Upon the hard rocks sits she

Eyes of sky, locks of wheat
Waving o'er rose petal cheeks
Tender fingers blue and meek
As the days and nights 
Span into weeks

O waters high 
Churning low
A watery grave 
Is for ye now
Fortunes turning
Upon your brow
To kiss your head
With coin and bread
Or breakers foam
The flooded tomb
In seaweeded 
Jorgmungandr's home

Like the lightening cold and stark
Riding Storm and thunder
The Vikings come from old Denmark 
For conquest and for plunder 

Turning the waves into weapons 
That are swift, forceful and sure
Like great eagles with sharp talons
They descend upon the shore

Striking horror and bloody terrors In the dark of night
Then in early morning and dawning tides flooding 
As dragon boated warriors swept away out of sight

The raiders became unknowing captives 
In spite of their awesome terrible might
For a boy's burning eyes beheld the motion
Of the quaking Asgardians' flight, 
Upon the deep and blue molten ocean 
Waves and swords flashing in the blinding light

Gone from the land a terrible blight,
Yet In fitful sleep he hears them alright 
The Mother tries to calm her child's fright
But the moonless shadows keep on singing
A Ghostly song Ringing, a calling out in the night
Chanting, boasting, shouting 
With gusto and bloodthirsty delight

O waters high and
Churning low
A watery grave 
Is for ye now
Fortunes turning
Upon your brow
To kiss your head
With coin and bread
Or breakers foam
The flooded tomb
In seaweeded 
Jorgmungandr's home