The Viking Raid

The heavy weight of ruin
Draws their eyes still further down,
Upon a hill the bodies lay
On desecrated ground,
And in the distance- Viking calls
As boats sail from the bay,
Plumes of smoke from burning homes
Becloud the dawning day,
Possessions lost- each thing they'd owned
Was taken in the night ,
A woman’s crying fills the air
At early morning light.