Ballad: The Fallen Viking Poem by Christopher Powers

Here my sword hath fallen,
upon the bloody ground.
Cold comes upon my skin,
my heart begins to pound.

My sin cast before my eyes,
these memories circle round.
And thoughts of the girl,
who’s love I had found.

Hard the earth lie beneath,
the place were I will die.
As the enemy marches on,
I see only sky.

For here I shed but one tear,
from my fading eyes.
Knowing as long as it has seen love,
the heart never dies.