Await the Long Forgotten - 3.15.17

Wooden blades break the surface of the water,
Beaten drums keep the rhythm as warriors venture,
Windswept sails draw them closer to their goal,
To enlighten their souls, to fulfill their role,
Through adventure they marauder for their future,
For the sacred treasure, the hammer that holds power of untold measure.

Cataclysm nearing, the rent they must suture,
Or fear the end that beckons with grieving gods fighting,
And teeming demons striving to elicit suffering
To the Greenland masses wading through strife,
Searching for a new world promising life.

This world mottled with death where only the strong dictate the rules,
Where those who band together are cast out, called cowards, branded fools,
Is no longer viable.
Such was the warrior way,
Unsustainable but honorable,
Ideal but surreal.

The dwindled few set sail,
For a task doomed to fail,
Soon they shall no longer exist,
Their enemies freed from their iron fist,
But their children will persist,
Beyond the sands of time in the land they were destined to find.

Long after they are forgotten,
refugees shall emerge emboldened men,
To lay claim to that which was left behind.
Mind you demons, beware the descendants of Vikings.

Sing of their return you tortured, for they are the dawning of the reckoning,
Where evil shall be vanquished, unable to bear
The might of the one who wields Mjölnir.
Summon the Ragnarök, the righteous suffering we must not fear.