Beware The Craiken. By CpSingleton © 2014
She marched on home that very night,
To pack her weapons and fur.
Astounded at the gathered crowd
To cheer and say goodbye to her.
Relief mixed with pride like
Oil in stone cold water.
The lives of men, wives and children
Where with their warrior daughter.
A calm tip of her stunning head,
Though inside her guts were twisted,
Before galloping along mountain paths and
Valleys ethereal and misted.
Over days she tracked the Craiken
By the limbs and torsos strewn.
More and more as she trotted on
Told her she would see it soon.