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The Captive's Curse From out of the fog and the darkness And up from the shore and the sea, A long line of Vikings came creeping To capture young maidens like me. The village was peacefully sleeping. We wakened to yelling and screams. The women all ran for the forest But I saw the end of my dreams. I'm taken and hustled off quickly Till we reach the longboat and bay. As captives, we're guarded and threatened. The sail fills and takes us away. Their homeland is far to the eastward. The land there is barren and cold. They tell me that I should feel honored. Their leader is Thorgal the Bold. I know that my mother is calling. My sisters are searching in vain. My heart is so sad and near breaking, For I'll never see them again. Day three and there's nothing around us. Just leagues of gray sea and the sky. I leap from the side to the water And utter a curse as I die: "May all of your longboats be leaky. May all of your wives barren be. May dragons pursue you forever. You'll not make a slave out of me!" |
Additional Notes:
As far as I know, there was no Thorgal the Bold, but it sounds like a Viking to me.
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