My Viking Axe Poem by Travis L. Dane

As I split your head with my Axe I can feel the blood splash back. Raining down on me like a crimson storm from above.
I laugh with each blow as I watch your head split in two, your brains slowly spill out as fragments of your skull is scattered across the yard.
The jowls of the demon dogs are waiting for you, I can hear them as you screamed out right before I split you in two. I delivered to them a first class meal cause this Viking man wants them to be his best kill. I will feed them until they are strong for I want them in their prime when my axe kills the demon dogs.