The Curse of the Viking Hoard
Though you may travel far and wide,
No haven of life is found inside.
Viking hoard be cold as stone,
Hot be heart and breath and bone.
Like a sickness, curse’s fear will spread,
Infecting all who enter with death and dread.
When strength shall dim and bravery fail,
Your heroes shake in ruined mail.
Deserters flee, their shields all shattered,
Swords broken, and vain courage scattered.
From the darkness, where can one man hide?
No safe place from folly or pride.
Hot be heart and breath and bone,
Viking hoard be cold as stone.
Poem taken from my WIP Draugr.
Set before the events of Wergild, this novella tells part of Leif Halfdan’s story before he meets Dana Oberson.