Shield Maiden

Shield Maiden I have dreamed of the battle; And truly I have heard, The ring of sword upon sword; And tasted blood between my teeth. I have met the enemy head on; And vanquished him. But not before his blows; Knocked me time and time again, to my knees. I have defended hearth and home; And babies dear, from large demon invaders, Blasting at my door. Fearsome foes, not of this world. I have met them on the field with battle cry; I ran toward the fray. I have sailed upon a long-ship bold; To fight them in their own land. But now my arm grows weary as I hold my sword. The place is empty where my human strength resides. My wound is deep, my tunic stained with my own blood. The song of battle fades to just a whisper in the wind. It is not Odin or Valhalla that I seek; It is another place where all good warriors go; Where one may breathe the sacred air of peace; And rest forever with Jehovah God.