North Sea, dark swirling mist
black night, dragon prow
oar blades dip, cold waters
slip beneath them
Shepherds drowse amongst
their flocks, night grazing
all minds asleep
to the coming storm
Village and abbey's lights
dim down, false comfort
long ships draw in
within the blighted night
Waves crash, ships crash
against the glimmering shore
shields rattle and feet splash
howling the storm sweeps in
Arms raised
in terror, no defence
all slain, all burnt, all done
the abbey burns
the raiders soon are gone
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