[Poem] Passing away

Hello vikingr community ! Today I want to share a poem I wrote, and that Hróðgár Fyrninga corrected and hugely improved ! Thanks to him


Blood spurts out from the wound
I fell on my right knee
To the Norns my fate is bound
I don't fear this death I know foresee

The sound of clashing swords resounds in my head
When steel meets hardened steel
I know that I'll soon be dead
But not will I ever kneel



I savagely counterattack
My sword is red with their blood
I suddenly see a Saxon's back
His bones get crushed in a thud

I fearlessly charge ahead
Covered in blood I snarl
Leave the body lying dead
I lost sight of banner and Jarl

My sword pierces through the rumen
And spill guts, they all die the same
In the sky over me 's flying a raven
And I shout Odin's name



Sword in my hand, my wrath is a bane
Killing men without mercy
I feel the warmth of blood on my knee
As I hurl attacks my wrath is no longer restrained

I feel nothing but pain in my knee
I feel death that I have foreseen
What a wonderful life it has been

I recall the smell of rain and my children's and thee
My beloved wife, I can no longer stay
I am passing away.

GRAAAH!! This poem is nice, the way you form the words together, the melody, is very rough, and it suits well with the "story" of it! 

Thanks you

Good work!