Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Missed the Call

A young Viking warrior, I fight

In battle every night and day,

Because the only way I might

Join Valhalla is die this way.

When I'm so dead, the Valkyries,

Maidens divine of Odin great,

Will take me to join destinies

Of warriors who pray for this fate.

After a battle I feast with

My kind, we sing and dance and joke.

I eat and drink with kin and kith,

But on a piece of meat I choke.

To Valhalla will not go I,

For in battle I did not die.