Missed The Call Poem by Ima Ryma

A young Viking warrior I fight
In battle every night and day,
Because the only way I might
Join Valhalla is die this way.
When I'm so dead, the Valkyries,
Maidens divine of Odin great,
Will take me to join destinies
Of warriors who pray for this fate.
After a battle I feast with
My kind, we sing and dance and joke.
I eat and drink with kin and kith,
But on a piece of meat I choke.

To Valhalla will not go I,
For in battle I did not die.