Desolate Lands Poem by Travis L. Dane

As the days get dim and the nights grow cold I wonder through these desolate lands. Upon my back I carry my sack full of mead and bread.
To satisfy my soul and quench my thirst on these cold and darkened roads. I drink my mead and eat my bread until I'm drunker than the gods.
And so I wonder through these lands in search of my home, regardless of the frights of the night. They don't scare the soul of this man even in mid Winters nights. I would face the ice Giants of old to prove this so if Odin hadn't of killed them off. So this Viking man will forever walk the lands of the place he will call home.