The Viking in Me

Apparently I was a Viking
In a former life
The previous me would slit your throat
And then abduct your wife.

Dragging her to my Longship
To make her my Saturday Bride
On Sunday morning a quickie divorce
And chuck her over the side

My carefully chosen hobby
Was to pillage a village at dawn
With my highly polished helmet
And my daunting silver tipped horn.

Blood would always be curdled
Meat would be seared and scorched
And all of life`s experiences
Were delightfully dire and debauched.

This past-life regression business
Can no longer be safely ignored
These modern days, we`ve changed our ways
No wonder we all get so bored.




Poetry by Yanto
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Written on 2017-01-28 at 13:38

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Grab your axe. We sail at dawn.
2017-01-30


Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
What a wonderful rendition of a Viking! I was entertained from beginning to end. And, I love the last stanza. Well, with the political trend we are having maybe soon we will be living in those times, so save that horn and that sword.
Ashe :)
2017-01-28


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Or maybe a Viking farmer
Maybe a trader, of Yarvick*
Fantasizing! while plowing
Behind an oxen!
Now York, Yorkshire, England
Ken
2017-01-28