Upon an early spring morning, Caledonia woke to a surprise
Northmen clad in furs and chain, disembarking and striking
Frigid air, churning cold waters, the numbers moved inland
The battle line kept moving in favor of the invader vikings
The surprise attack meant the village was burning, damned
Black, powerful storm clouds hovered overhead, menacing
Hopes for peace were left wanting as villagers made a stand
An end in fear, it was with the questions left unresolved
