Princess of Norwegia

Read an article titled "Norwegian Women" on my phone the other day, and thought damn vikings were pretty dope, viking women tho....sheeeesh.

They were two hearts, once woven tight,

A dance of dreams in soft moonlight.

Her eyes held his, the world stood still,

But somewhere, love began to chill.

The laughter faded, slow and soft,

Whispers of care became aloft.

Once they spoke with fire and grace,

Now silence stretched between their space.

Her touch, once warm, now felt so far,

Like distant shores, or fading stars.

He reached for her, but she slipped away,

And in that stillness, he chose to stay.

They built their world on fragile trust,

But cracks appeared, as cracks will must.

The bright flame dimmed, and he let go,

A love that couldn't heal or grow.

Her Norwegian heart, once close to his,

Now lost in time, a distant kiss.

Through fjords and forests, cold and deep,

He learned to stand, though still he weeps.

The ache has faded, no longer sharp,

The memories dimmed, like a forgotten spark.

He wished her well, but moved along,

A chapter closed, the past now gone.

As he walks into battle evermore

Pretending that nothing could break his aur.

With a little white trinket around his wrist

Reminding him of what she was to him.

Distraught with terror that filled his gaze

A single choice to put it behind and part his ways.

Fate did not part his eyes prized on his dane.

Though Valhalla was not yet to seek out his name.

No more holding on to what’s not fair.

No more hoping she'd be there

For in the silence, he found his way,

And let her go, as night consumed his gaze.