Thursday, August 26, 2010

Infection, Abscess and Scars


Through the winter forest
The riders came
In the morning mist
Through the sun’s spotty rays
The riders had ridden
All night through the storm
For the Northmen had come
Landing on the Eastern shores
With no one ready to defend
Against them
The landings were ideal
For the Northmen
Were an infection and abscess
Their existence there was a wound
Never to heal
A scar to be mourned
For the invasion was just a beginning
Of a presence in the land
Where they were foreigners
Invaders and takers
The riders might come to defend the land
But soon, far too soon
The Vikings would control this place
Offering only death and doom
And making demands