Read Poem: Njord, by Jacob Black

Njord son of Skard the Black Wolf was taught in the ways of war,
his sword skills in fighting in excellence did soar.
Njord thirsted for battle at the age of eighteen.
But for his age, he was tall, muscular, and lean.
He was raised to hate the Christian, raised to hate the church.
He heard how they’d curse Odin, his name they would besmirch.
From his father, he heard tales of their cruelty, barbarism, and rape.
How they would murder children and leave none alive to escape.
His father told him that they murdered his mother.
That they murdered his sisters and every brother.
A life of loneliness and suffering he feared was his fate,
but like a fawn growing on their mother’s milk, he grew on hate.
Njord, Skard, and his men sailed on long-ships ready for war.
With swords and shields ready when they reached the Irish shore.
Once on the beach, they raided the nearest city.
And what the Vikings did was gruesome, it wasn’t pretty.
They slaughtered children and they raped the women.
Njord believed that these horrible sins would never be forgiven.
But to his surprise, the Christians did forgive while awaiting death.
Njord seeing this, pledged to help them, even if it meant at his last dying breath.
He gazed into the sad eyes of the hiding women and children.
They were kind to him, they didn’t see him as a villain.
Njord knew now that his father was wrong,
That Skard had lied to him all along.
Njord quickly swung his sword at a rampaging Viking raider.
Killing him before he could yell at him, TRAITOR!!
Njord helped women and children to escape.
He desired a better fate.
He told them to make for the Irish shore.
To make room on the ship for the old, the sick and the poor.
But Skard and his men found out what Njord did.
A secret like this couldn’t be hid.
Skard attacked first his only living son.
Embittered by what he had done.
Skard slashed and thrust at his son with his blade.
Breaking any fatherly feelings that may have been made.
Njord parried and tried to attack back.
But Skard parried then gave him a smack.
WHY DID YOU BETRAY ME!? Skard yelled at his son.
I DID WHAT WAS RIGHT! WHAT HAD TO BE DONE!
You blame the Christians, for what you’ve done to them.
NO MORE LIES, NO MORE PRETEND!
OKAY! HERE’S THE TRUTH!, I KILLED YOUR MOTHER, YOUR SISTERS, YOUR BROTHERS!
IN YOUR CRIB, I WENT TO SMOTHER YOU UNDER YOUR COVERS!
But your Uncle Bjorn fought off my attack.
And because of this, the other Vikings turned their back.
But now because of your actions, I get to kill you at last!
DON’T WORRY! YOUR DEATH WILL BE FAST!
Intense Rage filled Njord’s heart, he lunged at his father to rip him apart.
He punched Skard hard in the face, from his hard hit’s he couldn’t brace.
He went crashing to the ground, but then he picked up his sword and swung it around.
Steel clashed upon steel, only anger and hatred for his father Njord could feel.
Slashing and thrusting their swords at a deadly pace,
Skard, with his boss shield whacked his son in the face.
Njord spit out blood, then hit his father hard back with a crack.
Now it was his turn to start his attack!
Steel once again clashed upon steel, anger, and hatred was all they could feel.
Skard slashed and thrust his sword at his son.
Hoping the battle would quickly be won,
The sound of their weapons clashing, rang through the air.
Skard attacked his son without feeling or care.
But Njord parried and lashing out slashed back.
Then with the butt of his sword, gave Skard a hard wack.
Njord quickly made his move now that Skard was dazed.
Blood filled the air in a blood-soaked haze.
Njord lopped off his father’s head.
Skard, The Black Wolf was finally dead.
The other Vikings now knew that Njord was the better man.
As fights to the death determined the leader of their clan.
With the Christians, Njord and his armies made a sacred pact.
To defend the poor, weak, to prevent their cities from being sacked.
Njord son of Skard the Black Wolf was taught in the ways of war.
But his love for helping the downtrodden in excellence did soar.

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