Monday 24th of February 2020

Of War and Paradise

The dragon's flame lights up the night as it pours to the ground

while we can only run in fright as fire flays all around

Five hundred of our warriors to Paradise have gone

While we toil upon the earth till we can follow on

Thankless soldiers, one and all, (as I said to the wife today)

till we shuffle off at that mortal call with maidens who'll obey

You might think such lifestyle grand, that it would be to my liking

But I confess, I'm not that madly keen on being a Viking