Valhalla Rising
A mile yonder a sound is heard half a mile over beyond the next horizon
Brave souls a count of twenty plunging into battle God Save the Queen
Thick smoke fill the air as the sound and smell of musket echo unseen
They take no prisoners give no quarter do what must be done to win
Into the valley of Valhalla back from the plains of hell they will not be seen
Chapter II
Not for glory but they plunge into the battlefield charging into hell’s door
A brigade of twenty more terrible than locust in a field of corn unleash
Now Horse and rider falling to the ground silencing their guns forever
And through it all a lonely flag was raise at the bottom of Lake Shinobis
Come gather and taste the smell of victory as twenty lay dead or dying
Chapter III
Valhalla rising yes a chorus they echo as they plunge into the dense fog
No not one return now to tell the tale of the charge of the chosen twenty
But on their grave their story is told over and over amidst the now ruins
A village was save to suffer war no more from the pirates of hell’s door
Valhalla rising you can hear their echo but they will return home no more
By Kenvil Atkins for Timeless poetry
