Saturday, April 04, 2009

Poem: Chooser of the Slain

Thou dost call me,
Odin, at thy side.
Sword and wing
All night to sing,
Calling as we ride

"Choose the slain!"
The battlefield
Of life is just begun.
A dance of death
Dost honor bring
To heroes and unsung?

Sword to sword,
And blood to blood
Has brother brought to fight.
In one fell swoop
The line of old
Dies with him tonight.

What folly brings the mortal
To fight upon the field?
A quest for untold glory?
A seat in Odin's hall?
Whatever be the outcome,
To carl, thrall or thane,
In the end they heed the call
Of the Chooser of the Slain.

by Andrea E. Feeser

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