By Scott Bailey © 2014
Rising up and crashing down
On the cold, dark northern sea
Through hail and thunder, rain and show
The dark behind we flee
Filled with fear and hunger
From their lands bereft
They gorged their souls on anger
Till nothing else was left
They crashed upon the naked shores
Like children of the thunder
And every wall they came across
The smashed and tore asunder
The burnt the words of holy men
Carved scars into the nation
But also left their words and ways
While singing their elation
Some stayed in the conquered lands
Creating yet more divides
Their echoes ring across the years
In our veins their blood resides
Originally published in A Spring of Dreams
Scott Andrew Bailey - Author 