The Viking in MeApparently 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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