Thank God my wife was only dreaming br or we both would be up the creek without an oarsman. br br br br The flaming arrows fly br whistling through the night air br Shields clash together br as Warriors pay tribute br to their departing King br his giant body still.... br his deep thoughts silenced.... br by a torrent of undercurrents br they sweep him away br His vessel is one br of fresh cut flowers br and a cleansing barge of fire br A Vikings funeral to be sure br His fair maiden lies beside him br bound by her devotion br to her master and King in life br She cries....as her tears dry in the flames br The poisons ingested in celebration br a drink of Hen's blood br given to her this mournful night br which will slowly take her life br She will sacrifice all she has to give br that her King and she may sail into Norseman Paradise br br 'She has got to quit reading those damn romance novels....