The Forgotten

Tossed aside and cast about

thrown in circles and torn apart

The myst hangs low and thick

over the sea

I cannot see it

but acknowledge it is there

A warrior of life

I have coquered peoples

and lands, far and near

Across fjords and

sea and moutain

have I traveled

My soul ripped, torn,

and shredded by

the Maelstrom of existence

Loves gained

and lost, and torn asunder

by lust

My soul seeks only,

the land of its' birth

To be re-united with the beauty

of the home only my soul remembers

Searching, looking

lost in time, this land forgotten

To return to it

is my soul's only wish

That land of beauty

of green dale,

and ice covered mountain

of myst covered forest,

and swift running fjord

The land where my ancestor's

strong and fierce

shed there blood in battles

both savage and honorable

Making the soil fertile

with their blood,

the blood of courage,

their sacrifice to our Earth mother

and to us.

Axes cleaving, swords swinging,

how vicous and sweet the battles were

Watching the Valkyrie,

swoop down from the heavens above

to save the souls of many a fallen warrior

With such grace and ease

did they fly, these guardian angels

of our warriors

Now lost at sea in this hollow,

shell of a ship

Which carries my soul,

on it's walkabout through the Maelstrom

It's hull being torn asunder

by lifes hardship's

Seeking a place to land softly

upon some sand covered beach

So as to ease the pain of my

love torn shell

Ah, if only to return to the woman,

with whom I have traveled so many lifetimes with

She would have me.

But would she be true?

This maelstrom has torn me

Can she repair that which has been nearly destroyed?

The cries of fierce battle,

never far off in the distance for me

Can she silence them?

Or would she destroy this shell of a man,

which lay before her,

at her mercy?

The pain of which I could not bare.

Oh sweet Valkyrie,

swoop down with all your gace and fierce beauty.

And rescue Odin's last forgotten warrior.

Take me away from this sweet pain.

Allow me my birthright,

give unto me that which I have fought a millenia

to recieve.

By Eric W Scholl

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