Viking Blood Poem by James Darwin Smith II

Glorious burdens will follow
Storms of crimson haste
Warriors marching on
As the Ravens show them the way
And victory shall come
Living or even in death
Hail to the Dragon men
Fighting on
Inspired by the one eyed hanging man
Carrying on with such savagery and rage
Battling on for eternity
All in the God of poetry's name
Seeker from the crimson skies above
Ancient lore in the name of a nomadic heart's
Endless travels, abode


There is no place
Like traveling on
Making way
Residing everywhere
Afar and beyond everything
The thunder, the storm and all


Even now death it kneels in awe
Of forever becoming a true warriors form
Always residing
In the thrill of each roam


And the fate casting sister's
Always welcoming in
The rage of a warrior's inspiration
Casting runes drenched in blood


And in the end
The end of it all
I live upon this perspective journey
As my own personal metaphor


Living on and on and more
Striving to brave society
Conquering my enemies
Anxiety and depression
As I ascend my warriors of each emotion
To fight and fight and fight some more
Till my ever worrying soul finally sails home


Here I am
With veins proudly flowing
With Viking blood


Always and forever battling on…


Viking Blood